17 December 2010


Apthorpe walked unsteadily across the the wet, patchy field with his eyes fixed before him.

On the steps he paused once and looked back.

There was more of high tragedy than bitterness in the epitaph he spoke.


--Evelyn Waugh, Men at Arms

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So THAT's where bears go.


They finally found Luther's ... uh, er ... never mind