An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.
Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.
We used to say that inside Cecil Beaton there was another Cecil Beaton sending out lots of little Cecils into the world. One did the sets, another did the costumes. A third took the photographs. Another put the sketches in an exhibition, then into magazines, then in a book.
A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn't sleep on Monday nights.
Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.
There even are places where English completely disappears. In America, they haven't used it for years! Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?