I despise the cheap feel-goodism of inspirational cliches, especially when tied to any sport (baseball, anyone?), and I was pleased to learn that fiction writer Earl Stanley Gardner had to take a roundabout way to discover his calling.

Only the construction of wood and canvas castles, temples, and the like would require some time: and not as much as might be thought, given both London's fixed structures - such as conduits, and the Cross in Cheapside - upon which and around which structures could be erected, and London's practice in the frequent necessary constructings of such pageants.

Never bummy but I'm scummy fam, I used to burgle houses Then some OGs was consignin me them ounces Wet man round me had me feeling like I’m drownin Fam we really went there with a brownin Me and next man really went there with a dotty 05 murder squad nicked me for a [censored]

On one level clearly emblematic of her class status, “she’d have really looked down her snitch at me”), Virginia Woolf's nose, both Bennett and his audience would know, signifies as well the far more frightening power, the phallic power, attributed to women, strong women in particular.