Or maybe my mind was just fuzzed with the drink.

When she sang in the kirk, folk have told me that they had a foretaste of the musick of the New Jerusalem, and when she came in by the village of Caulds old men stottered to their doors to look at her.

You see, Da Jimmer has been to outer space and he’s different. Very different.

[…] and there would be various objections to trusting a native with the purport of such communications, even where some of the baboos, sircars, purvoes, and others of that genus, can converse with sufficient comprehensiveness in English […]