Nobody can be too careful about their habits of speech. - T. H. White

The snow-haired Uncle Dap, so old as to be absolutely fabulous, was trying to jump over his walking-stick.

This knight's trouble from his childhood — which he never completely grew out of — was that for him God was a real person. He was not an abstraction who punished you if you were wicked or rewarded you if you were good, but a real person like Guenever, or like Arthur, or like anybody else. Of course he felt that God was better than Guenever or Arthur, but the point was that he was personal. Lancelot had a definite idea of what he looked like, and how he felt — and he was somehow in love with this Person.

Leave well alone.