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That Tiberius – according to the lost annals of Tacitus – had the reputation for unimaginable debauchery and licentiousness was due, in no small part, to his scribe, Lucius. Recalled to Rome from his exile in Capri, after the death of his stepfather, Augustus, who he had always disliked for his moral insincerity, the new …
Christmas was here again, but it did not bring good tidings. The Fox had spent all his time chasing the other animals and scavenging in the bins. Now everyone was out to get him. The Cockerel chased him out of the coop; the Squirrel hit him on the nose with an acorn. He bit into …
In the autumn the Squirrel came down from his tree to collect nuts. When the Fox saw him, he gave chase. However, the Squirrel was too quick for him. The Fox called after him. “One day you will provide me with a meal.” The Squirrel collected nuts all autumn until he had a big store. …
Revenge, they say, is a dish best served chilled. If that is the case, our Antipodean Cousins have a peculiar way of serving it up, especially where cricket and a picnic is concerned. Mark Hughes, known to friends and colleagues alike as Markie, had not played cricket since the under fifteens when he decided to …
If revenge is a dish best served chilled, then surely self-righteousness is a dish best not served at all. Most went deep into Mrs. Digby’s vegetable patch. Some became stuck on the roof of the Forelock Arms. And some again ended up in the greenhouse of a nearby cottage. “And I’m not giving it you …
Anika Puri was fuming. The boys didn’t want to let her play. Although she was Lakshay’s sister, he didn’t have the courage to argue on her behalf, so she had to sit and watch. Rohit was quite a good bowler she thought, and Tushar could bat all day, but they really weren’t that good as …
That Tiberius had the reputation for unimaginable debauchery and licentiousness was due, in no small part, to his scribe, Lucius. Recalled to Rome from his exile in Capri, after the death of his stepfather, Augustus, who he had always disliked for his moral insincerity, the new emperor was keen to sweep everything under the carpet; …
There is no bombast, no similes, flowers, digressions, or unnecessary descriptions. Everything tends towards catastrophe. Castle of Otranto, H. Walpole “Here in the south, as I am sure you know,” said the priest, who was a little, pink-faced gnome of a man with thick-rimmed glasses, “we have an expression: Mamma li turchi! One tells it …
“What do you think?” I said. “I put my heart and soul into it.” – “Well,” she said, twisting a curl of hair around her little finger, “I still think you could do a hell of a lot better.” The conversation inside his head ran along the following lines. Why don’t you get a job, …
On his right hand, between the thumb and forefinger, there is a deep cut. The cut was unhealed and was made about two days before his death. Forensic experts suggest that the subject was in a fight, one that, on that occasion, he came out the victor. There was a crack in the bow, a …