God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread.
Where did you go to school?” Piers inquired. “Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, and leave it at that. Our conversations should be along these lines: Prufrock, bring me a wench and then you would say, as you wish.
Dogs do tricks. Cats play tricks.
Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.
Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.
Yes Leopold," Eleanor said in a low, mocking voice. "Do start to shine, please. I think I saw the rising, but I definitely missed the shining.