The remaining heavenly bodies also, though situated for the most part at a great distance, poured down on Watt, and on the hortulan beauties through which he moved, […] a light so strong, so pure, so steady and so white, that his progress, though painful, and uncertain, was less painful, less uncertain, than he had apprehended, when setting out.

Daniel Boone's sharpshooting earned him a place in the annals of the American west.

I always take the transit to work.

Oh, phew. Color me relieved.