So what exactly is “the bejeezus”. I said the other day that I had just had the bejeezus scared out of me. Did I even have the bejeezus in me in the first place? If so, what exactly is it. I would suppose you must not scare all of the bejeezus out of you each time, or you couldn’t have it scared out of you more than once. And I highly doubt that the bejeezus holds itself out for the most important scare of you life and then ejects itself.

We still have not established, though, what exactly the bejeezus is. Or even vaguely what it is, for that matter.