In The Midst Of Life, We Are

Words Are Such Uncertain Things, They So Often Sound Well But Mean The Opposite Of What One Thinks They Do.

That Is What I Mean. A Bath! The Receptacle Of Porcelain, One Turns The Taps And Fills It, One Gets In, One Gets Out And Ghoosh - Ghoosh - Ghoosh, The Water Goes Down The Waste Pipe!" "m. Poirot Are You Quite Mad?" "no, I Am Extremely Sane.

I Just Woke Up Feeling Happy This Morning. You Know Those Days When Everything In The World Seems Right.

Writing Is A Great Comfort To People Like Me, Who Are Unsure Of Themselves And Have Trouble Expressing Themselves Properly.

You Gave Too Much Rein To Your Imagination. Imagination Is A Good Servant, And A Bad Master. The Simplest Explanation Is Always The Most Likely.