Verily, God hath eighteen thousand worlds; and verily, your world is one of them, and this its bright axle-tree.
Dorothy DunnettDepose him,โ said Will Scott, astonished. โThe Grand Masterโs holy office terminates with his life.โ โAnd can nobody think of an answer to that?โ said Will Scott.
Dorothy DunnettOh, well. Everyone else has suave, cosmopolitan sheep: why not us? The Millers at Hepple have a ewe thatโs been to Kelso three times, and theyโve never been farther than Ford in their lives.โ Kate peered absently into the farm pond, and clucked again. โThoughtless creatures. Theyโve forgotten the fish.
Dorothy Dunnett