And who am I, an avid nacho-cheese Doritos with pinot blanc fan, to cast aspersions? I was nibbling on a Pringle when something caught my eye.

We thinke the heavens enjoy their Sphericall Their round proportion embracing all. But yet their various and perplexed course, Observ’d in divers ages doth enforce Men to finde out so many Eccentrique parts, Such divers downe-right lines, such overthwarts, As disproportion that pure forme. […]

And the diversity of our fasting setteth forth the more the agreeance of our faith.

I wanted to look up velleity and quotidian and memorize the fuckers for all time, spell them, learn them, pronounce them syllable by syllable—vocalize, phonate, utter the sounds, say the words for all they're worth.