The English are predisposed to pride, the French to vanity.

I can't believe we have to keep playacting until I graduate. It's a shame we can't just admit that we have failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

[C]oncepts of dying in to a heaven or hell seem a good deal more political than spiritual. (124)

It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing.

Written By Arthur Conan Doyle

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