Bushmen, as a class, are a very hospitable race — generous in their sympathies, fond of practising the virtue of xenodochy, entertain strangers with a rough but ready welcome; and it is a pity to see men of this stamp tossed about as they are.

I cannot be fanwanked past the point that Chewie and Leia not acknowledging each other as he got off the Falcon was a fairly large mistake.

Sure, somewhere out there, college slackers were taking broom ball and underwater basket weaving.

Lord love you, miss! we did think you were to be bridemaid, till mistress told us not to call you.