PO’BMC: Th’impervious horrors of a Lear shore
“T’is a truth universally acknowledged that a sea captain in possession of three noisy children is in want of a ship,” said Stephen as he sat in Sir Joseph’s office one morning happily pinning butterflies to a piece of card.
“Mmmm,” said Sir Joseph noncommitally, thinking his friend had been reading too much.
“A beautiful pea-green one,” Stephen added after a moment.