Vermouth always makes me brilliant unless it makes me idiotic, but…

THOUGH the sun was hot on this July morning Mrs Lucas preferred to cover the half-mile that lay between the station and her house on her own brisk feet, and sent on her maid and her luggage in the fly that her husband had ordered to meet …

The hours of the morning between breakfast and lunch were the time which the inhabitants of Riseholme chiefly devoted to spying on each other

Thy soft-breathed hopes with magic might Have chased from my soul the shades of night

It may be we shall know in the hereafter Why we, begetting hopes, give birth to fears, And why the world's too beautiful for laughter, Too gross for tears.

I hope they all go out like Kilkenny cats...

You cannot hope to bribe or twist, thank God! the British journalist.But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, there's