Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev
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The baby rises to its feet, takes a step, is overcome with triumph and joy - and falls flat on its face. It is a pattern for all that is to come! But learn from the bewildered baby. Lurch to your feet again. You'll make the sofa in the end
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Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilette --throw Roderick Random into the closet --put The Innocent Adultery into The Whole Duty of Man; thrust Lord Aimworth under the sofa! cram Ovid behind the bolster; there --put The Man of Feeling into your pocket. Now for them.
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If I had my life to live over I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
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Ideology has shaped the very sofa on which I sit.
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I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it. But you have to be efficient if you're going to be lazy.
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Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Going to the candidate's debate. Laugh about it, shout about it - when you've got to choose; Every way you look at this you lose...
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The uglier a sofa is, the more uncomfortable it is to sit in.
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