Sublime

The eleven-year-old face was an expert mask of restrained exasperation.

Horbury, the irritating influence of the Head's conversation and sherry apart, was by no means a bad fellow. He was for the moment savagely cruel, but then, most men are apt to be savagely cruel when they suffer from an inflamed liver and offensive superiors, more especially when there is an inferior, warranted defenceless, in their power.

“The best I can wish you, my child,” so said the Fairy Blackstick in Thackeray’s The Rose and the Ring, “is a little misfortune.”

Basically, a fairy tale right up the Grimm brothers’ alley. Have you actually read that shit? It’s dark.

Alors forcément, pour l’éducation de notre charmant rejeton, dans de pareilles conditions, rien ne s’était passé comme prévu. Comme il passait ses nuits en galante compagnie, participait à des conversations d’adultes, à des débats parfois de haute volée ou à des monologues enflammés d’ivrognes inspirés, ses journées à l’école lui semblaient bien te

may the hair on his toes never fall out!

“To England and the English, as long as they keep their cooking to themselves.” Most of the French people we had met were more or less disdainful of la cuisine Anglaise without knowing very much about it. But Régis was different. He had made a study of the English and their eating habits, and during dinner he told us exactly where we went wrong. It

“It never pays to be standing under a coconut palm when there’s a breeze blowing.”