What if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself, what’s the weirdest most eccentric historical phenomenon of them all? Answer:the Great British...
I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.
Professor Lyall looked modestly proud. “I am considered a bit of an expert on the procreative practices of Ovis orientalis aries.””Sheep?””Sheep.””Sheep!” Madame Lefoux’s voice came over suddenly high, as though she were suppressing an inclination...
Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present!
And I find perfect beauty excessively boring, don’t you?
[She] lost her patience, a thing she was all too prone to misplacing.
History wasn’t precisely revered for its accuracy at the best of times.