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He who neglects what is done for what ought to be done, sooner effects his ruin than his preservation. Machiavelli, the Prince, Chapter 15 “Is the report true?” “Yes, my lady,” said the messenger. “I am afraid it is. The Prince marches at the head of an army of five thousand.” “What else have you …
The Italian Ugo was a small man, and he could scarcely see over the battlements. Besides, the chainmail he was wearing was far too big for him and hung loosely down over his thin body. His helmet was too big for his head. He looked quite absurd, standing there and scarcely able to see over …
Amid the whiplash curves and tangled miseries of the fifth arrondissement Merle espied her. The young lady who came out of the old Louis townhouse was wearing a long black cloak and beret in a becoming shade of green. Her heels clicking on the cobble stone street, Merle followed her with critiquing eyes. If it …
I met professor Cornelius Ryan, author of The Dante Shock, while I was holidaying, last fall, in the Aegean Sea; it was Ryan who told me this story regarding a fellow academic, Helen Gardinor. Gardinor was a linguist, a brilliant Greek and Latin scholar. Her reputation was established by a scholarly as well as populist …
Ay Ling, also known of Whiff of Gunpowder, had always been a red. Jin Ling had always been a black. When, in a curious twist of fate, the revolution started, their roles were reversed. Ay Ling was brought to the compound to be denounced for her association with the blacks. Ay Ling was made to …
When Tut succeeded the throne, Aye was appointed his vizier as he had been for Tut’s father and grandfather. Three years into his reign, Tut came to Aye and related his dream in which Amun had told him to rebuild his temple. When Tut ordered the building of the temple to Amun, Aye bided his …
A man with a hump is often a dupe, but the hunchback was determined not to be. The Duke was in love with a young lady living incognito in the merchant’s quarter. “She looks so fine,” he said, “her cheeks blush like red wine.” The hunchback hurried home and found his daughter at prayers. “Put …
Mota was a fat, old snake sold to Kohli the snake charmer for a few miserable rupee. When Kohli got him to dance to the pungi, Mota could barely lift his hood. To the crowd the pungi was magic, but to the snake it was a curse. As he raised his hood, Mota wanted to …
Thunderbolts and lightning struck the city as Yarway stuck his finger in the pillar of salt; it would make fine seasoning for the flash steaks.
I like Stephen. He’s a damn good fella. He’s very bright and very clever. He earns a sack of potatoes in the City. I like Stephen. He’s a damn good fella. He’s very bright and very clever. My wife thinks so, too. Now she’s living in his flat in Cheapside. I like Stephen. He’s a …