The mood was solemn in the little steam-launch as it puttered its way around the headlands. Doctor Taupe-Wainscot suppressed a shiver, though what breeze there was was not terribly cold. He’d seen some queer things in his fifty-six years, but the sight of that monstrosity lurching over their bows, ready to drag them below the […]
Lettres
Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.
The archive for January, 2015
The following lettres were posted during this month: