[…] Our main sewer [trunk] is seriously munted ... I believe that is the technical term.

And David reigned over all Israel; and David executed judgment and justice unto all his people.

The tea is still warm.

Magnificent as the archangel’s glance Turning a farewell look on primal earth Of light ineffable, ere he stretched forth His crimson pinions o’er the wide expanse Of young creation, sleeping in the trance That love had pour’d around its innocent birth, When seraphs mingled in its infant mirth, Slow sinks the Autumn sunset’s glitterance! O the brave architecture of the skies! […] Very well indeed, Harry, for an impromptu; glitterance is an ill phrase, a vile phrase—Peter, for the sake of the metre; however