Money Was The Manure Of Politics.

I Can Do A Book In Three Months If I Spend All Day, Seven Days A Week At It And, In Fact, I Work Better That Way.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

I Do Not Scruple To Employ Mendacity And A Fictitious Appearance Of Female Incompetence When The Occasion Demands It.

The Way To Get On With A Cat Is To Treat It As An Equal - Or Even Better, As The Superior It Knows Itself To Be.

A Man Asking For Help Ought To At Least Give Directions.