You Have A Genius For Bringing Trouble

What I Mean Is, Like You To Have Everything You Want. Wished It Was Me, That's All

Well, You Have The Right To Make A Sacrifice Of Yourself, But I'll Be Damned If I'll Let You Sacrifice Me!

You Don't Feel You Could Marry Me Instead? Got No Brains, Of Course, And I Ain't A Handsome Fellow, Like Jack, But I Love You. Don't Think I Could Ever Love Anyone Else.

Nevertheless, She Did Not Weep, Because, For One Thing, It Would Have Made Her Eyes Red, And Another, It Would Be Of Very Little Use.

I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense.... But It's Unquestionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter Or Recovering From Flu.