Ye know, don't ye, what it feels like when ye burn yer hand in takin' a cake out of the oven or wi' a match when ye're lightin' one of they godless cigarettes? Ay. It stings wi' a fearful pain, don't it? And ye run away to clap a bit o' butter on it to take the pain away. Ah, but ... there'll be no butter in hell!
Stella Gibbons, from Cold Comfort Farm
Thank ye, Mum.


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