The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.
In those days Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road.
No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten p.m. on second Saturdays.
Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.
It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies.
I never fully understood it till my friend Professor Tolkien asked me the very simple question, 'What class of men would you expect to be most preoccupied with, and hostile to, the idea of escape?' and gave the obvious answer: jailers.