The first rule of snooping is to come at it sideways.
Your questions regarding that gentleman are very delicate, very subtle, very much like being smacked in the head with a mallet...it's a tuba among the flutes.
After all, what's good enough for Austen ought to be good enough for anyone.
I don’t know whether to feel flattered or hunted.
Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on.
People don't know how chickens can turn on you, but they can -- just like mad dogs.