“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
“Before they could see any more the next little cape hid the houseboat from them. This was perhaps lucky, because even Captain John wanted to see the parrot, and good steering is impossible when you are looking two ways at once.” -- Arthur Ransome,