Were she not aware that he was more than a man who could make plants grow. And
Why was the mind said to have an eye and not a hand, or a tongue? Perhaps touch, taste, odour, sound were linked to the heart rather than the intellect.
Impossibility is a log thrown on the fires of love.
Who am I?’ you mean. He smiled at the question and gave what was at first glance a most oblique answer. Do you know what a fugue is? Are you changing the subject? No. I thought in silence for some dis...
When the choice came down to tears, strong drink, or potatoes, one chooses potatoes. She
And why was this third dream still with me, lingering at my shoulder like some telegraph boy awaiting a reply?
Madam, there is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain, but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a set of facts is the noblest route possible for a human being. Holmes could be su...
You translate it, please. I have worked hard to forget what Greek I once knew.
One must never disregard a message from the universe.
When we arrived at his cottage we had known each other forever.
Light had dawned in the utter darkness.
I took the broom and made a wild sweep along the workbench, and an edge of the unwieldy head sent a tray of tools flying. Patrick picked up a chipped chisel and looked at me as if I had attacked his s...
These last weeks, since Christmas, have been odd ones. I have begun to doubt that I knew you as well as I thought. I have even wondered if you wished to keep some part of yourself hidden from me in or...
Moments of pure relaxation were rare for me. There was always the nagging of books unread, work undone, time a-wasting.
Guessing is a weakness brought on by indolence and should never be confused with intuition.
Marsh looked at me sideways, causing a brief stir of familiarity. You liked the library?It was all I could do to keep her from bolting herself inside, Alistair told him.With mock indignation, I protes...
Isolate her, and however abundant the food or favourable the temperature, she will expire in a few days not of hunger or cold, but of loneliness.
No doubt after the emperor was overthrown in 1911, your gardener would have joined the rest of the world in cutting the queue and taking on the laws and customs of his adoptive land. Before that, his...
The matches also came into focus: a cheap, bright label, in French. I picked up the box, slid it open, my nose stung by the smell of sulphur. Four matches. I took one, scraped it into life, held it to...
The night air moved up towards the Downs, washing over sea and orchard. I breathed it in, and thought that henceforth, loneliness would smell to me like fermenting apples.
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