You translate it, please. I have worked hard to forget what Greek I once knew.
Would you rather have it outside? Now the heat’s broken, coffee in the sun isn’t a repulsive idea. What a romantic offer: something not actively repulsive.
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.
My God, it can recognise another human being when it's hit over the head with one.
Moments of pure relaxation were rare for me. There was always the nagging of books unread, work undone, time a-wasting.
And why was this third dream still with me, lingering at my shoulder like some telegraph boy awaiting a reply?
AND DEAD SEA
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.
When the choice came down to tears, strong drink, or potatoes, one chooses potatoes. She
The past is but the beginning of a beginning. —H. G. Wells, The Discovery of the Future
The lust for murder is not a rational thing. In queens, it is an instinctual response.
The dead have a claim on us even heavier than that of the living, for they cannot hear our explanations, and we cannot ask their forgiveness.
Normally, one is only conscious of the room around one, but when no-one else is present, one's awareness is free to fill all the space.
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...
Holmes, I asked as we stepped into the street, I realise the question sounds sophomoric, but do you find that there are aspects of yourself with which you feel most comfortable? I only ask out of curi...
You think the knife was used, cleaned, then scraped through the blood on the floor? Lestrade asked. Evidently. Why do that? Chief Inspector, I try to form my hypotheses upon data, rather than shape th...
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...
Stop it!'He relented, so far as he could, stepping forward to take my head into his hands. 'Russell, once, only once, I was taken and suffered for it. Please, my dear wife, believe me, this is not the...
Scones (flavoured with outrage, optional—see My Story) Mix together: 2 cups flour 4 t. baking powder ¾ t. salt 2-4 T. sugar (depending on whether scones are to be sweet or savoury) Cut into the flour...