“Look here, St. Zvlkx,” said Volescamper as they walked towards the marquee for tea and scones, “what was the… — Jasper Fforde
“Look here, St. Zvlkx,” said Volescamper as they walked towards the marquee for tea and scones, “what was the thirteenth century like?”
“The Mayor wants to know what the thirteenth century was like—and no lip, sunshine.”
“Filthy, damp, disease-ridden and pestilential.”
“He said it was like London, Your Grace.”
p. 124Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
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