You get all sorts of people in the library, and the librarian gets it all.
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
The world is a globe — the farther you sail, the closer to home you are.
And then you bit onto them, and learned once again that Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler could find a use for bits of an animal that the animal didn't know it had got. Dibbler had worked out that with enough fried onions and mustard people would eat anything.
Given enough coffee I could rule the world
OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE, WHAT IS 4:30 A.M. FOR?