For all we think we’ve learned to control Nature …
… there’s little or nothing to say that this couldn’t happen again somewhere.
… there’s little or nothing to say that this couldn’t happen again somewhere.
Hooper to me over breakfast: “I’m a boy.” (pause) “What’s that all about?”
All those headaches Harry Potter gets? Probably migraines.
Hello, world, it’s Jeremy Fisher. I hear him knocking. And I think he’s coming in.