My wife had an uncle who could never walk down the nave of an abbey without wondering whether it would take spin.
My wife had an uncle who could never walk down the nave of an abbey without wondering whether it would take spin.
Sir. I bear a rhyme excelling In mystic force and magic spelling. (3.14159265358)
Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.
Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made nothing entirely straight can be carved