[H]ere I've been roosting all day long, with nothing to do but gaze at this bunch of would-be scribes grinding out jazz copy, and now, at half-past four, that pie-eyed zebra of a Sunday editor has to hand me an assignment about as concrete as a hunk of Hudson River mist; and I've got a date with Vita for supper at six.

I’m not hungry, but I’ll still manage to find room for dessert.

Crammed to the gills with history, it nestles in the shadow of Mount Ararat and has a medieval centre but it's Yerevan's religious heritage that is its main claim to fame.

The French cavalry, in proof armour, repeatedly charged our squares, their cannon opening chasms; but the British infantry, though greatly diminished, were inflexible and impenetrable to the last.