Ah... I find that the best way to maintain joyous shipperhood is to not read much schmoopy shipper fic.

a fine-wooled sheep

The accurate apocatastasis (i.e. regression to the same sign) of the moon, and in a similar manner of the sun.

At last he opened and read the note, a clumsy, cubbish attempt to explain his language in Sanders's room, and to say the package was absolutely nothing but some violets, to apologize for any and every annoyance he might have caused Mr. and Mrs. Davies, for whom he entertained nothing but sentiments of the most profound respect and esteem, and begging if ever they met again to be regarded as most sincerely their friend, etc.