I am the luckiest man in the galaxy.
I consider myself a sightly doddly diddly young English lad who enjoys acting and never really thought he could carve out a career for it. I’m fun-loving with a nice ounce of English pessimism. (x)
When he thought of Nissa Nissa, it was his own Marya he pictured, a good-natured plump woman with sagging breasts and a kindly smile, the best woman in the world. He tried to picture himself driving a sword through her, and shuddered. I am not made of the stuff of heroes, he decided. If that was the price of a magic sword, it was more than he cared to pay.