Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, five mountains huddle together over a narrow valley. Their shadows sweep across the valley floor with a precision similar to that of a sun dial. There is a point on the valley floor where the shadows lie thickest. They never move, save to grow darker and change shape over the course of the day. In the heart of these shadows, nearest to their point of intersection, stands a black castle. It is said that in this castle sleeps a fiend...
And, err...so on.
The height of spring deserves an affirmation of life. I can think of none better than Thomas Gray, who lived, loved, and married well.
Perhaps, gentle reader, you might have expected a tragical end had been my fate, but as yet I have got no further than matrimony and hanging; and that, you know, goes by destiny.
Death: Unknown
Courtesy of University of Texas at Austin's Tarlton Law Library.
