We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man.

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.

They always gives me bath salts," complained Nobby. "And bath soap and bubble bath and herbal bath lumps and tons of bath stuff and I can't think why, 'cos it's not as if I hardly ever has a bath. You'd think they'd take the hint, wouldn't you?

It is said that whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. In fact, whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first hand the equivalent of a stick with a fizzing fuse and Acme Dynamite Company written on the side. It's more interesting, and doesn't take so long.

The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.