I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.
The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.
...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.
It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.
For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.