He begged to know to which of his fair cousins the excellency of its cookery was owing. Briefly forgetting her manners, Mary grabbed her fork and leapt from her chair onto the table. Lydia, who was seated nearest her, grabbed her ankle before she could dive at Mr. Collins and, presumably, stab him about the head and neck for such an insult.
Seth Grahame-SmithMy men have suffered greatly (from boredom), much blood has been shed (by mosquitoes), and I have swung my ax mightily (chopping firewood). Surely we have earned our place in the annals of historyโfor never has there been so little war in a war.
Seth Grahame-SmithAll I ask is that my final months be happy ones, and that I be permitted a husband who will see to my proper Christian beheading and burial.
Seth Grahame-SmithContrary to his infallibly "honest" image, Abe wasn't above lying so long as it served a noble purpose.
Seth Grahame-Smith