”
If you’ve got a headache today, then ought you to wash your hair?”
If you’ve got a headache today, then ought you to wash your hair?”
“I ought not to, but I want it nice for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? What are you doing then?”
“Confidentially, Portia, I don’t know what may happen.
Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart
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