My Uncle Ray is two-and-a-half regular people, and a down-payment on a Rent-A-Hercules. He always has an easy way about him, even when working pretty hard. Whenever his little wisp of a nephew would talk in the Irish way when he should have been working, Uncle Ray would always append: “With all my might,” along with his sheepish chuckle, to the end of his answer to any question.

What am I doing? It’s unimportant, really, to talk of it here. But let me assure you, I’m doing it… with all my might.