Then the dirty-handed society went off the wash, followed by the Professor, trying to calm the anxiety of Rob, who had been told by Tommy that all water was full of invisible pollywogs.

Was I absurd? said Biddy, quietly raising her eyebrows; I am sorry for that; I didn't mean to be. I only want you to do well, and to be comfortable.

Over the past number of years, I’ve warmed to his writings in The National Post; a newspaper he started and once owned. The takedown of Diane Francis for her column suggesting that Canada be bribed to join the “Excited States of America” should be required reading for all Canadians.

[…] I found myself hanging on the skysail-yard, holding on might and main to the mast; and curling my feet round the rigging, as if they were another pair of hands.