There was a pause - just long enough for an angel to pass, flying slowly. — Ronald Firbank Copy Share Image
“Although there were moments even still in the grey glint of morning when the room had the agitated, stricken appearance of a person who had changed his creed a thousand times, sighed, stretched himself, turned a complete somersault, sat up, smiled, lay down, turned up his toes and died of doubts. But this aspect was reserved exclusively for the housemaids… — Ronald Firbank Copy Share
There was a pause - just long enough for an angel to pass, flying slowly. — Ronald Firbank Copy Share Image
“The world is disgracefully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.” — Ronald Firbank Copy Share Image
I remember the average curate at home as something between a eunuch and a snigger. — Ronald Firbank Copy Share Image
“Mentally, perhaps she was already three parts glass. So intense was her desire to set up a commemorative window to herself that, when it… — Ronald Firbank Copy Share Image
The world is so dreadfully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain. — Ronald Firbank Copy Share Image
