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Religion had been done to death.
Poison and Passion, I have discovered, are as closely connected as Laurel and Hardy.
I have always found organ music to be great fertilizer for thoughts.
The country canons are mostly lovely old gentlemen who have been given the title as a garment to keep them warm on their way to the grave, and no one was more aware of that than Canon Whitbread.”
WHEN YOU’RE PLANNING MISCHIEF, it’s always a good idea to throw up a smokescreen in advance. Excuses made after the fact are seldom successful.
The greatest thing about being twelve is that you can turn it on and off as the situation requires.
I was beginning to learn that in criminal investigation, as in chair design and poetry, less is more.
An older sister in love is an unexploded bomb (UXB) at the best of times, but when she’s just been reunited with her intended mate after a nerve-shredding separation of more than half a year, she’s as touchy and unstable as a rusty bucket of old nitroglycerine (C3H5O9N3), and consequently best steered clear of.
Manufactured mysticism was such a wonderful way of stretching a happy instant to the breaking point; a way of causing a brief moment of sharing to form even a fraction of some new infinity.
And I realized now, for the first time, that these brief and fleeting joys were little more than sadness with a mask on.
Although I had never experienced such a thing before, I was suddenly feeling the need to display a certain maturity.
As in the presence of all fungi, there was a feeling of slight but detectable uneasiness about the place.
the chancel, reading the ancient memorial marble tablets that seemed to cover every inch of the walls, and a grim old lot they were, most of them recalling in stifling detail the lives of military men back to the time of “William Conker,” as Mrs. Mullet referred to the tour operator who had brought the de Luces to England in 1066.
How pleasant it is, as you sit in an ancient church, to ponder poisons, surrounded as you are by the towering toxicity of the stained-glass windows.
Flavia to a T....💜
The yellow cloak of that staring saint, for instance, was most likely achieved by adding cadmium, which, with its several compounds, is quite poisonous; whereas the startling emerald green of all that glassy grass at Galilee is most likely due to arsenic.
