Don't Let's Go To The Dogs Tonight,

Elderly Gentlemen, Gentle In All Respects, Kind To Animals, Beloved By Children, And Fond Of Music, Are Found In Lonely Corners Of The Downs, Hacking At Sandpits Or Tussocks Of Grass, And Muttering In A Blind, Ungovernable Fury Elaborate Maledictions Which Could Not Be Extracted From Them By Robbery Or Murder. Men Who Would Face Torture Without A Word Become Blasphemous At The Short Fourteenth. It Is Clear That The Game Of Golf May Well Be Included In That Category Of Intolerable Provocations Which May Legally Excuse Or Mitigate Behavior Not Otherwise Excusable.

There Is No Reason Why A Joke Should Not Be Appreciated More Than Once. Imagine How Little Good Music There Would Be If, For Example, A Conductor Refused To Play Beethoven's Fifth Symphony On The Ground That His Audience Might Have Heard It Before.

A Man Who Has Made Up His Mind On A Given Subject Twenty-five Years Ago And Continues To Hold His Political Opinions After He Has Been Proved To Be Wrong Is A Man Of Principle; While He Who From Time To Time Adapts His Opinions To The Changing Circumstances Of Life Is An Opportunist.

Let's Find Out What Everyone Is Doing, And Then Stop Everyone From Doing It.

Aven, I Have Given Up Smoking Again!... God! I Feel Fit. Homicidal, But Fit. A Different Man. Irritable, Moody, Depressed, Rude, Nervy, Perhaps; But The Lungs Are Fine.