Apparently starving oneself is called dignity these days. I have none, so I'm still full.
Shall I come ask in person where that fullness came from?
Propriety reaches even into the coffin, Serena.
A human season is short. I've watched that short thing come and go more times than I can count.
Apparently starving oneself is called dignity these days. I have none, so I'm still full.

The east room's curtain was open a hand's width. Don't tell anyone I closed it on my way out.