My poor aunt has often told me […] how long she herself was apprehensive lest my crazy frame, which is now of common shape, should remain for ever crooked and deformed.

Plenty of past seasons’ events could look ill-conceived in the critical eye of Monday-morning quarterbacking, but previously, the show had earned the benefit of the doubt that missteps on the part of supposedly intelligent characters were a plausible lack of in-world foresight.

So ‘ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; ⁠You're a pore benighted ‘eathen but a first-class fightin’ man; An’ ‘ere’s to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your ‘ayrick 'ead of ‘air— You big black boundin’ beggar—for you broke a British square!

You are supported, so you can just let go and relax. Inhale and slowly exhale.