There Will Be Killing Till The Score

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

I Discovered A Meal Between Breakfast And Brunch.