Christmas Is At Our Throats Again.

Here Ends The Story Of A Ship, But There Will Always Be Other Ships, For We Are An Island Race. Through All Our Centuries, The Sea Has Ruled Our Destiny. There Will Always Be Other Ships And Men To Sail In Them. It Is These Men, In Peace Or War, To Whom We Owe So Much. Above All Victories, Beyond All Loss, In Spite Of Changing Values In A Changing World, They Give To Us, Their Countrymen, Eternal And Indomitable Pride.

Many Years Ago I Remember A Famous Actress Explaining To Me With Perfect Seriousness That Before Making An Entrance She Always Stood Aside To Allow God To Go On First. I Can Also Remember That On That Particular Occasion He Gave A Singularly Uninspired Performance.

I See Her As One Great Stampede Of Lips Directed At The Nearest Derriere.

Having To Read Footnotes Resembles Having To Go Downstairs To Answer The Door While In The Midst Of Making Love.

It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But My Own.