A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.

Further, in the genre convention, in order that we may unmistakably witness his miscreance and therefore finally assent to his punishment or death, all his gangsterly activity is depicted in crisp, clear focus with good lighting (no matter that he is acting in the shadows of the underworld), clearly recorded sound, and a respectfully distant (and revealing) point of view.

It was a relief to change the cheerful meadow for the dark umbrage of the forest which they now entered.

She encouraged them to express their teeny-tiniest selves with an “eep.”