I lingered round them under that benign sky;
watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells,
listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass,
and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers
for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
So the story goes.
Thack was right on track
To put Charles Dickens to the test
So what happened?
Can you explain this phenomenon?
It is not enough to seek
Who the hell was Mervyn Peake?
When thinking errant Edward Plunkett
Just stop and think
A bullet if you can
Like the man
The true inspiration for Aeon Flux
and extra special things redux
Conan, Kull, and Solomon are kings
Immune from all indentured slings
What the dickens?
The plot thickens
And she likes it that way
Mrs. Henry Wood
Even if she could
Claims she never, ever would
In East Lynne or London West
Everything is for the best