Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing

Foreign Visitors . . . How Impressed You All Are With Foreign Visitors! But They Come In Many Different Varieties.

I Challenge You To A Duel!” Screamed The Cat, Sailing Over Their Heads On The Swinging Chandelier.

In The First Few Seconds An Aching Sadness Wrenched His Heart, But It Soon Gave Way To A Feeling Of Sweet Disquiet, The Excitement Of Gypsy Wanderlust

Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

Allow Me To Inquire How Man Can Control His Own Affairs When He Is Not Only Incapable Of Compiling A Plan For Some Laughably Short Term Such As, Say, A Thousand Years, But Cannot Even Predict What Will Happen To Him Tomorrow?