Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Daily Dose

From Tales My Father Taught Me, by Sir Osbert Sitwell


"Sister Dorothy was middle aged and buoyant. In appearance she seemed positively bursting with ill-health, though she contrived in the end to live to be eighty; except for the tea-fiend's protruding teeth, her face looked as if it had been roughly thumbed into shape out of a ripe tomato."

From Chapter 8, Jezebel House and a Grand Piano

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