You Bloody Silly Fool!

Were You Here In The Bad Old Days? ... That's Why You Can't Read And Write Then!

In The End We Must, I Think, Somehow Conclude That They Have As Much Right To This Planet As We Have.

Constitutionally I Don't Exist.

I Suppose I'd Get In Trouble If I Were To Melt Them Down.

We Go Into The Red Next Year... I Shall Have To Give Up Polo.