That’s one helluva high pressure system looking to move in and dominate the area for the next few days.
When young Jane first meets Brocklehurst in the library of Gateshead, she describes his appearance as “a black pillar, such at least, appeared to me, at first sight, the straight, narrow, stable-clad shape standing erect on the rug: the firm face at the top was like a carved mask, placed above the shaft by way of capital”
Translated into American: “Having popped a Viagra, Brocklehurst looked like he had a rocket in his pocket.”
dubie!
Go to your room!
Hey, is that a warm front in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?
I haven’t laughed this much in several days.