That line from the father's song in Mary Poppins, where he's going on about how nothing can go wrong, in Britain in 1910. That's about the point I realized the boy was gonna die in a trench.
DJ's post is sort of like those pills you drop into a glass of water, and they expand into a dinosaur, or something.
Use anything I've written, in whole or in part, in or out of context. Credit me if you like. Claim it was you who said it if that's what floats your boat.[LHX: Open source intellect]
If I ever write anything that I would consider publishing for money (ha!), then I'll just do that and not post it on the internet first.