The British prime minister continually survives the chaos of his choices—much to pundits’ chagrin. How?
A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.
The Hill, located in the West New York, stirs visitors to confront what they cannot comprehend.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians