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.
There seems to be an interesting law: bad and pretentious language drives out good and simple language. And once human…