Why is it so much easier to blow out a candle if I put my hand a few inches behind the flame than if I don’t, and why did it take me until now to figure this out?

Why do I find giant squid so disappointing? I know they’re giant, yes, and I’m sure I’d be awfully frightened if one ever swam past me in the morning bath, but why aren’t they as big as the ones 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea led me to believe they might be? I know we haven’t explored most of the ocean; is there a chance there are really big ones squorting about in the depths? Eighty feet, at least. That’s what I think giant should mean.

Just how sure are we that the Hollow Earth theory really can’t be true? Very sure, or only mostly sure?

Why am I so often my most uncharitable and unkind immediately after I have resolved to treat a particular person better?

Why is it so common among a certain type of middling author to give a character two differently-colored eyes instead of distinguishing personality traits?

How am I supposed to pronounce this? It can’t possibly be pronounced like what I think it is, can it?