It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs.

Mathin said: "It is best to take your opponent's sash. The kysin mark each blow dealt, but to cut off the other rider's sash is best. This you will do." "Oh," said Harry. "You may, if you wish, unhorse him first," Mathin added as an afterthought. "Thanks," said Harry.

You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.

Your attitude is perhaps a little unnecessarily rigorous," suggested Jack.

The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.

I like that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself. Sounded like something out of a self-awareness class, probably with yoga. See what kind of a pretzel you can tie yourself into and press on the understood... I was raving, if only to myself.

It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog, and a dog's love, once given, is not reconsidered.