Oliver Cromwell, born this day in 1599. One of my Dad’s heroes.
Sayings of the wise“Comforts that were rare among our forefathers are now multiplied in factories and handed out wholesale; and indeed, nobody nowadays, so long as he is content to go without air, space, quiet, decency and good manners, need be without anything whatever that he wants; or at least a reasonably cheap imitation of it.”
by G. K. Chesterton Commonwealth, 1933
A voice had begun to sing.— C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 8, “The Fight at the Lamp-Post”
‘Gawd!’ said the Cabby. ‘Ain’t it lovely?’
`Glory be!’ said the Cabby. `I’d ha’ been a better man all my life if I’d known there were things like this’.
`’Old your noise, everyone,’ said the Cabby, `I want to listen to the moosic.’