I cannot imagine why they call a professional sports venue a “garden” unless it is because there is no garden there. (Paraphrasing Twain.)
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
So, for me, for my mother, my grandmother, my father, my uncle, and for the common good, I must now kill you and your brother.
Possibly the very best line Carrie Fisher has ever had occasion to deliver on screen.
With what pleasure I recollect 2010 being the summer of the Viola Sonata:
“Designing Suspension Bridge” [2 Aug 2010]
Two more rehearsals (Monday and Tuesday.)
Oh, I am taking thought for our 14 October concert at King’s Chapel, for which I expect we shall be a foursome.
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