He wrote it all down Zealously.
Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in t...
Apropos of nothing at all except that it has been on my mind and I think I had better say it because it accounts for a good deal of my behaviour. There is a strong streak in me that wishes not to exis...
A lady both callous and brashMet a man with a vast black moustache;She cried, 'Shave it, O do!And I'll put it with glueOn my hat as a sort of panache.
I tend to think life is pastiche: I'm not sure what it's a pastiche of - we haven't found out yet.
I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.
Such excess of passionis quite out of fashion
What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.
Mr. Earbrass has rashly been skimming through the early chapters, which he had not looked at for months, and now sees for what it is. Dreadful, , DREADFUL. He must be mad to go on enduring the unexqu...
There was a young woman whose stammerWas atrocious, and so was her grammar,But they were not improvedWhen her husband was movedTo knock out her teeth with a hammer.
When they answered the bell on that wild winter night. There was no one expected - and no one in sight.
I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.
When people are finding meaning in things - beware.
There was a young woman named FleagerWho was terribly, terribly eagerTo be all the rage On the tragedy stage, Though her talents were pitifully meagre.