I remember my mother standing exasperated in the rain with the brolly over her head at dusk while I frog-kicked around in my speedos.

When he reached the manse he went to his study and took down a bulky volume. […] He remained immersed in its mazes until dawn, struck a new trail of speculation and pursued it like a sleuth hound for the next week, utterly lost to the world, his parish and his family.

It's a whole weekend designed for us to get together with fellow Duesers and celebrate our favorite show.

Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold My sighs and tears and will not once relent?