[…] there is always a sudden, though small rise in the barometer, and a sudden drop of temperature of several degrees, sometimes as much as ten or fifteen degrees; there is also a sudden veer in the wind direction.

After nearly twelve hours at the office plus a nightmare commute home, I was fried and couldn’t think of anything but sleep.

Mark Twain was not a humourist in the sense that Lamb was — the two were at antipodes.

Went to an aquarium today. Got to pet a majestic flap flap.