‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Monday, February 06, 2017
Agathie Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd
‘Roger was so fond of handling queer curios. His hand must have slipped, or something.'
