Within the next five minutes Mr. Miller, lumbering heavily down the pitch in gallant response to an impossible call by Mr. Beeseley, was run out, after compiling a laborious 12. Not only must murder advertise, it must also play cricket.
To sit here, my engagement ring lighting up one streetlamp at a time – dying between – to feel that Falls won’t that great, it made my own body feel less healthy. Powerful good image you got going there, Oldest Living Confederate Widow. Please tell all.
Nevertheless, Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister’s, and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brook’s plain dressing was due to mixed conditions, in most of which her sister shared. This is an early sentence from MIDDLEMARCH or THE […]
academia nut – one who memorizes the names of all the institutes of higher learning
“Eh?” Sorry, Robert, I did not grok your strange land stranger at all.
1. The dormitory girls who had spilled out of the drawing room on to the terrace chattered like a parliament of fowls. 2. She was now circling round, vaguely wobbling, like a top near the end of its spin. It’s not often one reads a tiny perfectly crafted gem of a tale such as the […]
‘…on with what I was on with,’ he spoke, ‘you should clean your teeth before ever you have anything to do with a woman.’ You see, I like it when things are bent slightly off kilter, such as is evident with this parade of words in Mr. Green’s upstairs downstairs tome, Loving.
It was not actually raining, but each gas lamp had a rusty little halo of mist. That’s from Chapter 12 of The Secret Agent. I should have said CHAPTER TWELVE!! Why? There are 13 chapters in The Secret Agent. All of them save one are chapters. That one is a CHAPTER!! And that one is […]