[…] young Inspector Cruse arrived at the Dun Cow, entering through a door tricked out as Tudor and set into a façade magpied with white paint and nailed-on beams […]

Gimme three fingers of bourbon.

If the Paperclip Maximizer destroys the world for a silly goal, why don’t you and I destroy the world, given our goals can be less than benign?

I shored up a geranium with earth after it had flopped over.