She drove an Italian sportscar and lunched on one egg Benedict[…]

It was hard to write as my fingers had seized up with the cold weather.

The fire burned here and there for a fortnight, and then there came a light shower or two that set the hills a-steam with opaque white smoke.

I have given you roe and reindeer, / I have given you brant and beaver, / Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl, / Filled the rivers full of fishes; / Why then are you not contented? / Why then will you hunt each other?