dash of salt
Besides thyselfe, Lucinda,
What do I love best?
Silence is all.
Not a squeak! Nor a vowell
Nor consonance shall stand.
Anthony Dudley, “The Widow Weepeth.” (1620)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Jacobean Stage.
Besides thyselfe, Lucinda,
What do I love best?
Silence is all.
Not a squeak! Nor a vowell
Nor consonance shall stand.
Anthony Dudley, “The Widow Weepeth.” (1620)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Jacobean Stage.
“Try to picture it this way, Victoria. We are descending into the valley. Perpetually.”
Burdyce Goode, Wonderful With Dogs.
“I’m afraid I can’t give you an alibi, Inspector.”
“How about a few glib sentences, instead?” whispered Lydia, cruelly.
Gwenda Reid, Murder in Retrospect.
