The trophy had barely been lifted before the first press release went out from the bookmakers announcing Norwich as odds-on to go down next season.
“What was that everybody at your table was drinking? Can I get you one?” “Ramos gin fizz. Get yourself one, too.”
these Lines are the Veins, the Arteries, And undecaying Life-strings of those Hearts
[H]ow can he esteem himself, when conscience will ever upbraid him with the participation in an act, whose flagitiousness is so great, that unless he renounces the character of man, his very share would be sufficient to sink him under the most ignominious contempt […]?
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