Oh hell yeah! From Ariel, the hippest writer-laugher-urbaphile-rurafreak I know, came this:

Have I mentioned, lately, how much I appreciate the birthday attention?

The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemd from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and Horses, more dead than alive it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. “A fire,” he cried, “in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!”

Though corny it is, the gift of reading is a fine gift indeed. Thank you!

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