[…] those red-brick or limestone-covered mini castles with Rapunzel-ready turrets in front and gabled porte-cochères leading to Garage Mahals.
As these disquisitions were not originally intended for the public eye, the writer, several years ago, was induced to limit an impression of them to a small number of copies, that he might have the pleasure of placing them in the hands of a learned few, for whom he entertained a particular affection or respect, and whom he knew to be conversant with, or interested in, the subject of his enquiry.
[…] he was never known to give away a shilling or to do a good action, but was of a pleasant, sly, laughing mood, and would cut his joke and drink his glass with a tenant and sell him up the next day […]
It's not about that, Dante. It's about surviving. Pre-emptive measures to make sure we don't even get close to a robopocalypse.
