Unquestionably the monkery of the middle ages was better ordered than that of the Nicene.

Of unitie, shewing of our keeping of the sea: with an endly or finall processe of peace by authoritie.

I told him about everything I could think of; and what I couldn't think of he did. He asked about six questions during my yarn, but every question had a point to it. At the end he bowed and thanked me once more. As a thanker he was main-truck high; I never see anybody so polite.

Sure, in the early 1960s, Superman was lean and toned, but at that time he lacked the hyperbolic, indeed, comic musculature that came to mark so many other entries into the superhero genre. (Yes, I'm talking about you, Batfleck.)