The cat, covered in dust and standing on its hind legs, bowed to Margarita. Round its neck it was now wearing a made-up white bow tie on an elastic band, with a pair of ladiesโ mother-of-pearl binoculars hanging on a cord. It had also gilded its whiskers.
Mikhail BulgakovI challenge you to a duel!โ screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.
Mikhail BulgakovMy writing is progressing slowly, but at least it's moving forward. I'm sure that's the case. The only problem is that I'm never absolutely certain that what I've written is any good.
Mikhail Bulgakov