How do you feel, Georgie? whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's fingers groped for the side of his head. Saintlike, he murmured. What's wrong with him? croaked Fred, looking terrified. Is his mind affected? Saintlike, repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?
If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, Well this isn't too bad, I don't have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I'm left-handed or right-handed, but most of us would say something more along the lines of, Aaaaaa! My arm! My arm!