History Has Rewritten Itself So Many Times

Her Majesty Is One Verb Short Of A Sentence.

History Has Rewritten Itself So Many Times I'm Not Really Sure How It Was To Begin With -- It's A Bit Like Trying To Guess The Original Color Of A Wall When It's Been Repainted Eight Times.

The Cleanest Souls Are The Easiest To Soil.

He Spent His Life Immersed In Books To The Cost Of Everything Else, Even Personal Relationships. "friends," He'd Once Said, "are Probably Great, But I Have Forty Thousands Friends Of My Own Already, And Each Of Them Needs My Attention.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!