Good evening!

I have a strong propensity in me to begin this chapter very nonsensically, and I will not balk my fancy.—Accordingly I set off thus:

Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Chapter 1.XXIII

Quoi de neuf?


We got our cat, Pinto, more than seven months ago now, and each day since then she has become lovelier and softer and more elegant and more delightful.


I have fallen lately into the habit, when I make some tea for myself or for Jocelyn, of afterward taking the just-steeped tea-bag in my hand and crushing it in my hand.