So, this lady in a 19th century painting totally looks like Margaret McPoyle from It’s Always Sunny.
I watched that big Oregon prairie moon above me put all the stars around it to shame. — One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey
It was a splendid morning too. Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets. — Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. — Frankenstein, Mary Shelley, 1818
Gouda, turkey, heirloom tomato and kale with garlic mustard. Happy National Grilled Cheese Day!