As Zac walked over to the sausage sizzle, he noticed something strange. The guy flipping the sausages was staring right at him.

It is a just assessment of the facts.

I certainly can't sing that high.

Bede, never one to shrink from a challenge, focused his energies not only onto calculating Easter but also onto describing why the maths mattered as much as the result. In this, his elevated rhetoric is balanced by a very human enthusiasm — it's hard not to love a writer who signposts his core hypotheses with phrases such as 'now to gut the bowels of this question!'