In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown
I donโt know whether to feel flattered or hunted.
His writings have made me his friend.
After all, what's good enough for Austen ought to be good enough for anyone.
Moses: God or crowd control?!?
Do you suppose the St. Swithin's furnace-man was my one true love? Since I never spoke to him, it seems unlikely, but at least it was a passion unscathed by disappointment.