Somehow, the more I get older, and the more I see of people and sadness and illness and everything, the sorrier I get for everyone. Sometimes, I declare, I don't know what's becoming of the good, strict principles my aunt brought me up with. A very religious woman she was, and most particular. There wasn't one of our neighbours whose faults she didn't know backwards and forwards...
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
The philosophy of Agatha Christie
This is Amy Leatheran in Murder in Mesopotamia, channeling Schopenhauer:
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if he'd had a sense of humor
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