“Elsa!” cried the knight. “What is that man doing there? Away from her, both of you wicked ones! Never let me see you near her again!” He turned solemnly to his bride. “Elsa, in your hands lies the fate of all our happiness.” “My deliverer,” said Elsa shakily, “above ...
She was looking miserable sitting in the middle of this snowstorm, so I threw a small coin at her. It's absolutely miserable outside; cold, wet rain is no good for drinking beer on the plaza with your friends. Those who have given themselves the most concern about the happiness of peopl...
The election of a labour government to replace the clapped out Conservative in early July only seems to have accelerated the process There will be misery and hardship, there may well be blood on the streets. And for most of us the only thing we can do is try to tough it out ... ...
the dear unconquerable source of his happiness, the sweet dream of his life, the anodyne of his sorrows, his happiness, his gold, his magnet, whom he loves in presence and absence, sleeping and waking, from whom he can never bear to be parted. Many...