Love Isn't Sensible, Red. I Think That's

Don't Ever Call Me Mad, Mycroft. I'm Not Mad. I'm Just ... Well, Differently Moraled, That's All.

I've Managed To Bring The Backlog Down To A Mere Sixty-eight Years," She Announced With Some Small Sense Of Achievement. "i Hope To Be Able To Start Marking The Papers Of Pupils Who Are Still Alive By The End Of The Decade.

I Also Read About Heathcliff's Unexpected Three-year Career In Hollywood Under The Name Buck Stallion And His Eventual Return To The Pages Of Wuthering Heights.

How Fishy On The Fishiness Scale? Ten Is A Stickleback And One Is A Whale Shark." "a Whale Isn't A Fish, Thursday." "a Whale Shark Is--sort Of." "all Right, It's As Fishy As A Crayfish." "a Crayfish Isn't A Fish." "a Starfish, Then." "still Not A Fish." "this Is A Very Odd Conversation, Thursday.

Reading, I Had Learned, Was As Creative A Process As Writing, Sometimes More So. When We Read Of The Dying Rays Of The Setting Sun Or The Boom And Swish Of The Incoming Tide, We Should Reserve As Much Praise For Ourselves As For The Author. After All, The Reader Is Doing All The Work - The Writer Might Have Died Long Ago.