...nothing Is Too Much Trouble If It

I Was A Romantic, Messy Thinker. I Was Raised With Very Conservative Beliefs, But That Was A Long Time Ago.

People Who Are Not Interested In Food Always Seem Rather Dry And Unloving And Don't Have A Real Gusto For Life.

Noncooks Think It's Silly To Invest Two Hours' Work In Two Minutes' Enjoyment; But If Cooking Is Evanescent, So Is The Ballet.

Just How Could A Nation Often Be Great If It's Bread Tastes Want Kleenex.

I Admired The English Immensely For All That They Had Endured, And They Were Certainly Honorable, And Stopped Their Cars For Pedestrians, And Called You “sir” And “madam,” And So On. But After A Week There, I Began To Feel Wild. It Was Those Ruddy English Faces, So Held In By Duty, The Sense Of “what Is Done” And “what Is Not Done,” And Always Swigging Tea And Chirping, That Made Me Want To Scream Like A Hyena