No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas.
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.
Still, life had a way of adding day to day
Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.
For nothing was simply one thing.