And let vs (Polidore) though now our voyces / Haue got the manniſh cracke, ſing him to'th'ground

She had thrown a shawl about her and, as they went together towards the tram, sprays of her fresh warm breath flew gaily above her cowled head and her shoes tapped blithely on the glassy road.

As I joyfully embiggen myself into the vague silhouette of Chewbacca, I have time to reflect on just what it is about big hair that I find so elementally appealing.

Put your book in front where it will be easier to reach.