And Then There Were None

by Agatha Christie

Ten little soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine. Nine little soldier boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were Eight. Eight little soldier boys travelling in Devon; One said he’d stay there and then there were Seven. Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six. Six little soldier boys playing with a hive; A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five. Five little soldier boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were Four. Four little soldier boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three. Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were Two. Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was One. One little soldier boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself And then there were None. Frank Green, 1869

Enveloped in an aura of righteousness and unyielding principles,

Queer business when you came to think of it—the whole thing was queer—very queer….

this out of context is cracking me up

That fellow Lombard now, he was a queer chap. Not straight. He’d swear the man wasn’t straight.

Emily Brent said, “Pleasant sound.” Vera said sharply, “I hate it.”

“Suicide, eh? That’s a queer go.”

“In the midst of life we are in death….”

‘Be sure thy sin will find thee out.’

Vera said: “Yes. I’m not a complete fool.”

my response to everything lol

“You’ll be cold, perhaps, in that thin dress?” Vera said with a raucous laugh: “Cold? I should be colder if I were dead!”