Another Dead Body. Every Year

Peculiar Or Not, It Is My Idea Of Pleasure. Why, Why Else Do You Lead This Life You Don't Enjoy It? Don't Talk Of Duty To Me; You Men Always Have Some High-sounding Excuse For Indulging Yourselves. You Go Gallivanting Over The Earth, Climbing Mountains, Looking For The Sources Of The Nile; And Expect Women To Sit Dully At Home Embroidering. I Embroider Very Badly. I Think I Would Excavate Rather Well.

Sekhmet Crawled Onto Ramses's Lap And Began To Purr. 'the Creature Oozes Like A Furry Slug,' Said Ramses, Eyeing It Without Favor.

I Had Refused Emerson's Well-meant Offers Of Assistance, Knowing His Efforts Would Be Confined To Moving The Furniture To The Wrong Places And Demanding How Much Longer The Process Would Take.

There Was No Warning, Not Even A Knock. The Door Flew Open, And He Forgot His Present Aches And Pains In Anticipation Of What Lay In Store. The Figure That Stood In The Door Was Not That Of An Enemy. It Was Worse. It Was His Mother.

Since I Am Not As Stupid As My Children Believe I Am, I Had Immediately Realized This Might Be A Ruse, But I Was Not At All Averse To A Confrontation. In Fact, I Had Been Hoping For Some Such Thing.