The room in the house in my possession for which the preparation of food is reserved boasts a workbench-like structure adjoining to the partition between the aforementioned room and that adjacent to it.
He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson