I have a '68 Mustang, which is my baby. I've had her for about six years, which is kind of a miracle, considering how many times she's been stolen.
Not my idea of God, but God. Not my idea of H. , but H. Yes, and also not my idea of my neighbour, but my neighbour. For don't we often make this mistake as regards people who are still alive -- who are with us in the same room? Talking and acting not to the man himself but to the picture -- almost the précis -- we've made of him in our own minds? And he has to depart from it pretty widely before we even notice the fact.