One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.
Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.
It makes a difference doesn't it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
English literature is a flying fish.
It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!