Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? - Bram Stoker

...his open nostril quivered with intent.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.