A. live life
A. My daughter Annabelle.
A. Right here. Or Provence in the early fall.
A. The dark--not the sweet darkness of a night in the country, the sky spiderwebbed with stars, but the pitch black of an elevator shaft when the lights have gone out. Not that I've thought about it or anything!
A. George Macdonald Fraser's Flashman. He is such a delightful rotter.