Thurio: How likes she my discourse? Proteus: Ill, when you talk of war. Thurio: But well, when I discourse of love and peace? Julia: [Aside] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.

[…] the compassionate pangs I felt for soon-to-be redundant workers were not overwhelming in their frequency; our job required a degree of commitment that left one with rather limited time for such distractions.

‘I’m fit to be tied right now. I’d like to throw my cap up into the air and yell Blue Blazes.’

Parlementary ideas invariably evinced that most thoroughgoing national miserabilism which had impressed poor Damiens ….