Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves.

Any Book Has Behind It All The Other Books That Have Been Written.

Colonialism. The Enforced Spread Of The Rule Of Reason. But Who Is Going To Spread It Among The Colonizers?

Put It Off For A Bit. All Life Is Putting Off. Well, Not Entirely.

It'll Be Your Own Torture," He Said, Serious. "i Hope To God It'll Torture You To Madness.

Well, Well, Well, Well. If It Isn't Fat, Stinking Billygoat Billy-boy In Poison. How Art Thou, Thou Globby Bottle Of Cheap, Stinking Chip-oil? Come And Get One In The Yarbles, If You Have Any Yarbles, You Eunuch Jelly Thou.