We therefore have to meticulously plan out each day with the small amount of spoons we have. Each task will cost us at least one spoon.

Kingshouse, in the Blackmount, and Finlarig Castle, at the west end of Loch Tay, were both garrisoned during the ’45.

Most nonilliterate cadres at the battalion level and above have only a rough idea of Chinese characters, without the ability to read theoretical books...

Eventually the tale of a stagehand who seemed to be separated from his housebound wife, but, oddly, not when she came to visit, seemed more amusing than appalling, and I learned not to wince at the various (sometimes painfully) young women who arrived breathless and eager for a Showmance—whether or not there was a wife in the background. [sic]