For reasons beyond imagining (but maybe that’s the point) you find yourself reading…
If you were French in the latter sixteenth century lucky enough to have time to pass…
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,With the masts went by the board;Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,Ho! ho! the breakers roared! – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Wreck of the Hesperus” Latest posts Forthcoming
Forthcoming…
For want of a nail the shoe was lost…
It usually begins something like this…
Imagine that you’ve established a routine…
