I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.

He wanted me to play Scrabble with him, and kiss him as if I meant it. This is one of the most bizarre things that's happened to me, ever. Context is all.

Ruins he goes daily to look in are each a sermon on vanity.

SR: "We are talking of a world war." AQ: "And that makes you sweat, son?"  SR: "Heavens, man! Doesn't it you?" AQ: "This is Africa, dear boy. Sweating is what we do."  ~Alan Quartermain and Sanderson Reed

Written By Alan Moore

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