Sublime

“Entertainment for man, but not for his beast. Enter ye that have leisure and a quiet mind, who earnestly seek the right road.” He is perhaps the sanest man and has the fewest crotchets of any I chance to know; the same yesterday and tomorrow.

"If they were only younger," he muttered between his teeth. "What on earth is a fellow to say to a regiment of old Colonels like this?"

epigram."

What we’re missing, unfortunately, is a final clue to the murderer’s identity left by the victim himself. In the canon, this is known as the Dying Message: the torn corner of a book, or initials scratched into wood, or a hoarse misunderstood whisper—“paradise” instead of “pair of dice,” for example.

Though the attack had “roused the lion within him,” Lincoln remained quiet until Forquer finished, silently preparing his rejoinder. “The gentleman commenced by saying the young man would have to be taken down,” Lincoln began, drolly admitting, “I desire to live, and I desire place and distinction; but I would rather die now than, like the gentlema

Oh, Mother, if only you knew how cruelly I’ve been tricked by a conspiracy of sub-humans.