I knew the answer, and--of course--so did Ramses. He has superb breath control and always gets in ahead of me.
I have been accused of being somewhat abrupt in my actions and decisions, but I never act without thought; it is simply that I think more quickly and more intelligently than most people.
Goodness, what a nasty suspicious mind the boy has, I thought. He must have got it from me.
Emerson maintains, justly or unjustly, that all religious leaders are showmen at heart.
Emerson abandoned irony for blunt and passionate speech.'This war has been a monumental blunder from the start! Britain is not solely responsible, but by God, gentlemen, she must share the blame, and...
Bucolic peace is not my ambience,
Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body...
Unnecessary discomfort is a form of martyrdom with which I have no sympathy.
We are only demonstrating the qualities for which our superior caste is famous,' Ramses drawled. 'British phlegm, noblesse oblige, coolness under fire... What have I left out?''Don't be hateful,' Nefr...
There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall...
There are too many people in the world as it is, but the supply of ancient manuscripts is severely limited.
The trouble with unknown enemies is that they are so difficult to identify.
Rewarding a cat is a waste of time. They think they deserve the best whatever they do.
Men believe women are hopeless gossips, but women know men are. The poor creatures are worse than women in some ways, because they cannot admit to themselves that they are gossiping, or doubt the disc...
It's not unsporting to thrash a cowardly cad,' said Simmons. 'Everyone knows you don't fight like a gentleman.''That might be called an oxymoron,' Ramses said. 'Oh--sorry. Bad form to use long words....
It is a misconception that the innocent sleep well. The worse a man is, the more profound his slumber; for if he had a conscience, he would not be a villain. When
In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)
If all else fails, we will simply have to drug our attendants, overpower the guards, raise the oppressed peasants to arms, and take over the government.
I will tell you a little secret about archaeologists, dear Reader. They all pretend t be very high-minded. They claim that their sole aim in excavation is to uncover the mysteries of the past and add...
I may say, without undue egotism, that when I make up my mind to do something, it is done quickly.