Showing posts with label Dickensian sense of self-righteous moral indignation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dickensian sense of self-righteous moral indignation. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Cheshire Circa 1852

if those imbeciles at BBC can develop a most bewitching series, I feel certain that the tales of my life with Cecil Augustus Downing found so engrossing at parties will appeal to an even wider audience.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Misboury

to reach Arkansington, one must travel through the district of Misboury.

the provincial government seems to have appropriated funds meant for public education to the Department of Roads. those fearing the contagious ignorance of rest area employees take heart in the fact that such well-maintained thoroughfares hasten one's departure.