The loony bin up on the hill is full of psychos.

So overcome was a large tree at the corner of Mayfield-road, Leicester, that it gulped in a few leavesful of reviving rain, and then sank slowly to the ground.

When I later asked my native informants for their views on the Ladies in Red, I heard nothing but praise, usually backed up with accounts of the idiotic questions, novicey mistakes and ridiculous requests my informants had overheard […]

[…] no sacrifice is valid unless the sacrificer lay his hand upon the head of the victim.