“Always winter and never Christmas; think of that.” said Tumnus. “How awful!” said Lucy.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
“Always winter and never Christmas; think of that.” said Tumnus. “How awful!” said Lucy.
New Year Poem Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered; Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new…
The avoidance of taxes is the only intellectual pursuit that still carries any reward.
There is no scorn more profound, or on the whole more justifiable, than that of the men who make for…