of Sir Compton Mackenzie
His clothes resembled the adjectives in a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins: chosen for their texture and colour, and often most arbitrarily joined
Nobody goes there anymore it is too crowded.
Hiawatha's Departure By the shore of Gitchie Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the…
When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become president; I am beginning to believe it.