Rennie looked directly into her expectant eyes—they were an indefinite and, somehow, sad color (was it the color of tears?): an admixture of grey, blue and green; glauque, that was the word for the peculiar shade of watery green, wasn’t it?—and smiled. 119 more words
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Is it any consolation to remember her as she was? That bright, intrepid spirit, that keen, fine intellect, that lofty scorn for all that was mean, that social charm which made your house such a one as Washington never knew before and made hundreds of people love her as much as they admired her... John Hay
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. was one of Boston’s most well-known authors in the mid-1800s. He was also a physician and medical reformer as well. He was born in Cambridge in 1809, and attended Harvard for undergrad, gained his MD from there, taught there, and was its dean at one point. 262 more words
Anthony Horowitz inhabits the memories and pen of Dr.Watson in his Sherlock Holmes novel The House of Silk. It seems very Holmesian to me, although I would have to have recently imbibed a number of Arthur Conan Doyle’s originals to pick it apart on style. 248 more words
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One of the things I enjoy about America is all of the wonderful and diverse accents that accompany our official language. However, I’m also proud to be an anglophile (I enjoyed my afternoon tea today!), and I always wished there was an American accent buried somewhere that retained more of our English roots.