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July 22 - July 25, 2023
Bucolic peace is not my ambience, and the giving of tea parties is by no means my favorite amusement. In fact, I would prefer to be pursued across the desert by a band of savage Dervishes brandishing spears and howling for my blood. I would rather be chased up a tree by a mad dog, or face a mummy risen from its grave. I would rather be threatened by knives, pistols, poisonous snakes, and the curse of a long-dead king.
Tell us how you really feel….
Five years of marriage have taught me that even if one is unamused by the (presumed) wit of one’s spouse, one does not say so. Some concessions to temperament are necessary if the marital state is to flourish.
Sometimes all you need to do it smile and wave.
Emerson is a remarkable person, considering that he is a man. Which is not saying a great deal.
Her misandry is getting old already. Not even a full page in, and it's made an appearance in full swing.
Its voice rose in volume; the final UP made the windows rattle. I stooped hastily and seized the creature.
That's your child, haha!
When she had finished the two of us stared at my reflection in the mirror with countenances that displayed our feelings—Smythe’s beaming with triumph, mine the gloomy mask of one who had learned to accept the inevitable gracefully.
The room was so neat and tidy it made me feel quite depressed. The newspapers and books and periodicals that normally covered most of the flat surfaces had been cleared away. Emerson’s prehistoric pots had been removed from the mantel and the what-not. A gleaming silver tea service had replaced Ramses’ toys on the tea cart. A bright fire on the hearth helped to dispel the gloom of the gray skies without, but it did very little for the inner gloom that filled me. I do not allow myself to repine about what cannot be helped; but I remembered earlier Decembers, under the cloudless blue skies and
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She is not the most stupid person I have ever met; that distinction must go to her husband; but she combines malice and stupidity to a degree I had not encountered until that time.
I am actually rather fond of my son. Without displaying the fatuous adoration characteristic of his father, I may say that I have a certain affection for the boy. At that moment I wanted to take the little monster by the collar and shake him until his face turned blue.
Ramses differed. Rhinoceroses having been eliminated, he suggested a dragon or a giraffe.
The imagination of a child is wonderful.
How he eluded his nurse and the other servants on that particular occasion I do not know, but he had raised evasion to a fine art.
All children are ninjas
“Emerson left me here, to guard the treasure dearer to him than the gold of the pharaoh.”
Young men commonly suffer from the delusion that the rest of the world is absorbed in their love affairs.
“Ah, love,” I said satirically. “How true it is, that the tender emotion can reform a wicked man.” “Say rather that it can soften the brain of a clever man,” O’Connell replied morosely.
“Die Englânder! Niemals werde ich sie verstehen!”
"The English! I will never understand them!"
It is a misconception that the innocent sleep well. The worse a man is, the more profound his slumber; for if he had a conscience, he would not be a villain.
