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No, he's made a very good point,' said Bashford provocatively. 'Women are just vessels, you know.' 'That's very true,' said Sykes, smiling angelically at him. 'I myself am a seventeen-thousand-ton Dreadnought class battleship with enough firepower to destroy a medium-sized city.
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What chest?' I said, because everyone knows if you ignore persistent, throbbing pain then it goes away. Like toothache. And small children. And overdrafts.
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I certainly wasn't where I should be and it would be the cautious, the sensible thing to do. But, for God's sake, I was an historian and cautious and sensible were things that happened to other people. I
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He had fallen for Cal like a sperm-whale failing to clear the Grand Canyon on a bicycle.
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There's something very satisfying about outwitting religious fanaticism.
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Markham even had our banners ready. The polite NON AD CAPITAGIUM (No to the poll tax), the hopeful MAGIS STIPENDIUM HISTORICI (More money for historians) and the always accurate POLICITI NOSTRAE OMNEC WANKERS SUNT (Most politicians are not very good).
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I personally think humans have got about as far as we can go. We're wrecking the planet. We're never short of good reasons to massacre each other. Wrong god. Wrong race. Wrong color. Wrong sex. I'm actually quite surprised a thoroughly pissed-off History hasn't waved a flaming sword and we're all back in caves in the snow, chewing on half-cooked mammoth. And even that's more than we deserve. No wonder we still can't get to Mars. I suspect t..
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In this century, as in any other, men wore the comfortable, practical stuff, and the women wandered round expiring underneath over-decorated tea-cosies and with inadequate footwear.
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The doctor will be with you soon. He said you had beautiful lacerations, and it was a pleasure to patch you up. He was quite enthusiastic.' She grinned. 'He doesn't get out much.
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Mr Markham, the box marked "Sex" is not an invitation. Please amend the details and apologise to Mrs Partridge."
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Partridge was pretending not to lurk near the stairs. 'The body's under the desk,' I said as I passed, just to give her something to worry about.
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An hour later, we'd indulged in the traditional St Mary's ritual for dealing with any sort of crisis, which is to imbibe vast reservoirs of tea. People laugh, but it works. By the time the kettle has boiled, the tea made, the amount of sugar added has been silently criticised, the tea blown on and finally drunk ... all this takes time, and if you're a member of St Mary's with the attention-span of a privet hedge, then you've forgotten what ..
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Believe it or not, there were rules. Everyone needs rules. After all, how can you break what doesn't exist? Rules give anarchy something to aim at.
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He was calm and soothing and had a reasonable explanation for everything. No woman should have to put up with that.
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Some things were above my pay grade. Actually, there were things that slithered on their bellies that were higher than my pay grade.
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I was climbing into bed one night, accompanied by all the usual paraphernalia - laptop, Kindle, box of tissues for my early morning nose - my nose will kill me one day - notebook and a couple of pens - because they all run out together - and a Terry Pratchett novel. The great man is probably most alarmed to find that death has not released him from the burden of having me take him to bed every night.
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