And then, at night, the lit lamp and the drawn curtain, with the flutter of the turned page and soft scrape of pen on paper the only sounds to break the silence between quarter- and quarter-chime.
Dorothy L. SayersAnythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.
Dorothy L. SayersHere be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain; If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!
Dorothy L. Sayers