It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.
Arthur Conan DoyleHave you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.
Arthur Conan DoyleWhat can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instinct of beasts.
Arthur Conan Doyle