I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.

They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.