The Dorothy L. Sayers Society

I’m not sure what the benefits of membership are exactly, but I will let you know the minute one proper English gent—second son of a duke, educated at Eton and Oxford, collector of incunabula and arcane epigrams, lover of old wines and ornery women, arbiter of justice, gun-shy and shell-shocked, infinitely reasonable, unflaggingly fair, and at times unbearably arch—arrives at my doorstep via parcel post.

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