Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps.

In the apt expression of Fortune, while the cannon remain silent, a superbombardment of brains is going on.

Well, at least they look good, especially after escaping from the clutches of the superspy baddies.

The half-length lace curtains keep out most of what little sun there is, but they establish your privacy: the window-ledges and doorsteps scrubbed and yellowed with scouring-stone further establish that you are a 'decent' family, that you believe in 'bottoming' the house each week.