“Can you imagine anything more tragic?” Rose asked. “To be born a princess–native and to the manor born–and then to forget who you are and settle for being something horrible like an–an accountant!”
“…If you’d take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can’t say. But it might.” — Sunday(?), G. K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday
“He got up and started down the hall in pursuit—or that was what he meant to do. Unfortunately, he happened to tread on his own tin hat, and so went into his second one-point landing.
'Nasty, slippery things, tin 'ats,' Sam said.” -- Eric Knight,