I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.
I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy.
If you go long enough without a bath, even the fleas will let you alone.
It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.
War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.
I try not to take any foolish chances, but there's just no way to play it completely safe and still do your job.