Brenda, I think the core of it isn't any ability to defend myself against whatever. It's a resignedness to the mortality everywhere. If the gun's actually put away, I feel safer than if it's where I can see it. Hell, just the idea that only the people who know it's there can use it is a comfort. The more that know, the more vulnerable the bystanders. But I know I could be killed by a fist, a pencil, a shove, a choke, a car, a brick -- whatever.

Know this I did not:

Both the middle aged Palpatine and the elderly Emperor Palpatine are played by actor Ian McDiarmid, although the holographic image of the Emperor that briefly appeared in The Empire Strikes Back was played by an unnamed actor (a woman with the composited image of a lemur for the eyes) and was voiced by Clive Revill. For the 2004 DVD release of the Star Wars Trilogy, the scene in Episode V was reshot with Ian McDiarmid replacing Revill as the Emperor, with new lines recorded for both McDiarmid and James Earl Jones (the voice of Darth Vader).

Sad I am that removed were the lemur eyes.

Sad I am that removed were the lemur eyes

Don't go getting attached to Lucas visuals. In ten years Palpatine will be played by Dakota Fanning in all versions.

Know this I did not:

I knew this. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Seems like a severe breakdown in communication in people that basically want to achieve the same ends--just by far different means.

I couldn't agree more.

Don't go getting attached to Lucas visuals. In ten years Palpatine will be played by Dakota Fanning in all versions.

The man's incessant tinkering is like picking a scab.

The man's incessant tinkering is like picking a scab.

Except that it doesn't feel good when it comes off.

Except that it doesn't feel good when it comes off.

I'm guessing I'm not designed to be a scab picker. I hate the feeling when they come off. It's the fidget I enjoy -- the actual pick I regret.

Neither here nor there, and I've grossed myself out.

I have cousins who'd pick scabs on their shins until they got close to bone.

ICK. No picky, no picky, no picky.

(Modern) French imperative for "Get out of here": «Va t'en !»

Usually accompanied by an epithet of some sort -- I don't have a 19th-century French equivalent for "varlet" handy, however.

«Aller» (to go) is not only irregular, as ita states, but its imperative formation is even more irregular: Its singular imperative is «va», not «vas».

Something I just don't get is that he had to spend hundreds of hours watching the last two movies in the editing bays, right? How could you be exposed to that much Jar-Jar and not want to kill him in the most grisly fashion conceivable?