tolerance for blasphemies against nature an advantage
Currently wading through copy-edits for book six. They are depressing. (Especially when they point out how often I start a sentence with "But" or "And".)
Work is extremely hectic. The weather is improving (though, thank goodness, not as warm as some of the rest of Europe yet). Politics is highly depressing.
Pass me a good book.
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One morning, when I was coming quite to despair at my situation, I was perusing a local broadsheet when I came across the following advertisement: Co-tenant required. Rent reasonable to the point of arousing suspicion. Tolerance for blasphemies against nature an advantage. No laundry service. Enquire S. Haas, 221b Martyrs Walk.
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It was true she never did her own laundry or tidied away her own teacups, and that she left me to scrub suspicious bloodstains out of the floor of the kitchen, had once vomited in my hat, on a separate occasion prevailed upon me to move her hand from her waist to her forehead because she lacked the energy to lift it herself, and, on this very evening, had thrown a chandelier at my head, but I remained convinced that she was, deep down, a good and honourable person.
The Affair of the Mysterious Letter, Alexis Hall
Work is extremely hectic. The weather is improving (though, thank goodness, not as warm as some of the rest of Europe yet). Politics is highly depressing.
Pass me a good book.
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One morning, when I was coming quite to despair at my situation, I was perusing a local broadsheet when I came across the following advertisement: Co-tenant required. Rent reasonable to the point of arousing suspicion. Tolerance for blasphemies against nature an advantage. No laundry service. Enquire S. Haas, 221b Martyrs Walk.
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It was true she never did her own laundry or tidied away her own teacups, and that she left me to scrub suspicious bloodstains out of the floor of the kitchen, had once vomited in my hat, on a separate occasion prevailed upon me to move her hand from her waist to her forehead because she lacked the energy to lift it herself, and, on this very evening, had thrown a chandelier at my head, but I remained convinced that she was, deep down, a good and honourable person.
The Affair of the Mysterious Letter, Alexis Hall