Mimi had once worried about Craster's desire to rage quit over writing styles, because she had always admired his beard, and in particular it's gingerness, which was so ginger that it out-gingered even ginger, (which was not and had never been actually ginger coloured). Since the beginning of time, many great philosophers had pondered on the un-gingerness of ginger, but not Mimi; and she was not thinking of this now, purposefully, as she refused to do anything in the present tense.