`Yesterday,' said Rupert Hardman, incisively, forensically.

Let him return and be damned! shouted Giles, slapping Marge's fat haunch resoundingly. He may be lord of the keep, but at present we are keepers of the cellar! More ale! Agnes, you little slut, another song!

And don't talk like some ancient prophet around me, with thees and thous and most powerful ones.

If, however, some Facebook friend is just dull or mildly disagreeable, I go back to my guiding principle—openness and inclusiveness—remembering how it felt to be the kid who always got shunned by schoolmates who would have unexisted me if they could.