...being Written By Someone Who Might Not

He Set Fire To Some Potatoes, Then Cooked Some Undelivered Post In The Embers." - Dad "did He Now? What A Strange Fellow. I Would Have Done It The Other Way Around." - Stafford

I've Managed To Bring The Backlog Down To A Mere Sixty-eight Years," She Announced With Some Small Sense Of Achievement. "i Hope To Be Able To Start Marking The Papers Of Pupils Who Are Still Alive By The End Of The Decade.

Sorry," [hamlet] Said, Rubbing His Temples. "i Don't Know What Came Over Me. All Of A Sudden I Had This Overwhelming Desire To Talk For A Very Long Time Without Actually Doing Anything.

The Fun One Can Have Writing Books About Books Is Limitless, To Be Honest.

Love Isn't Sensible, Red. I Think That's The Point.