Although it is a permanent R.A.F. station (pre-war, that is), we meander about, even in the Mess, in battle dress and flying boots, sweaters, etc., much to the disgust of some of the more dignified 'penguins' […]

...wete yow wel that sir launcelot was glad and soo was that lady Elayne that she had geten sir launcelot in her armes... and soo they lay to gyders vntyl vndorne on the morn and alle the wyndowes and holes of that chamber were stopped that no manere of day myghte be sene

There's nothing I can't deem binge-worthy if I stare at it long enough, but even I would make an exception for those cookies.

The candle's flame flickered dyingly and finally went out.