I can’t help feeling that in the closest arm of the multiverse, there is a version of me that is fatter and happier.

His wife had decorated it all up with hollyhocks and poison ivy, and it looked real festal and bowery.

Remember thou therefore, though I do it not, The seed-cake, the pasties, and furmenty pot

She marvelled at how lucrative kids-as-content seemed to be. Instamums at Disneyland and on cruises, snaps showing improbably perfect houses filled with improbably perfect children.