dennis scharnberg

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.

hear my moan

“Try to picture it this way, Victoria.  We are descending into the valley.  Perpetually.”

Burdyce Goode,  Wonderful With Dogs.

quickly and quietly

“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.