berrymas

Updated: May 1, 2025

Doubtless the good monks of the Hospice will find my corpse. I wish the drinking-trough, which will be erected to my memory, to stand half-way up St. James's Street. How strange it will sound in future." "What'll sound?" said Jill. "The new Saint's Day, dear Berrymas."

Dornford Yates - The Brother of Daphne