When it sharpens the image, you can't unsharpen it again without losing data.

They were piling up wood on the wheelbarrow.

[W]hen he [Christoph Friedrich Nicolai] wrote against [Immanuel] Kant's philosophy, without comprehending it; and judged of poetry as he judged of Brunswick mum, by its utility, many people thought him wrong. A man of such spiritual habilitudes is now by the Germans called a Philister, Philistine: Nicolai earned for himself the painful pre-eminence of being Erz-Philister, Arch-Philistine. … At present the literary Philistine seldom shows, never parades, himself in Germany; and when he does appear, he is in the last stage of emaciation.

Have you named your new doll? I shall call her Luci, Violet said. Luci. Why do you spell it like that? I didn't spell it, Mama. It's the way Luci spells her name.