I installed myself; he looked at me over the top of his glasses and said, 'Ha! What was the War of the Two Roses?' After the names of the leaders of the two factions, I stopped dead.(grimly) Onwards. Book 1 of 4 aproaches its end. How in heaven's name did people who wrote by oil lamp or candlelight with brushes or quill pens manage to be so damnably prolix?
'And then? And then? And then?' He irritated me. I burst out:
'And then, they fought like ragamuffins for a long time, but that hasn't stuck in my memory.'
I am going to make it through this book if it kills me
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The evening, no, the morning air is autumn now
Because my reflex when things go wrong is to throw money at it, when my doctor said I had to get more exercise to lower my cholesterol I immediately…
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Reading Thursday
Finished? Karen Lord, Unraveling -- reminiscent of Henry James ie the author knows what happened, a reader on the author's wavelength knows what…
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It is quiet in the screens, there is no one to talk to
Oh, here it is. Rather where I expected it to be, in the Chinese poetry collection Huajian ji xu (among the flowers), edited by Ouyang Jiong. This…
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