Your Trousers Are On Fire. I Would

I've Been Reading Ghost Stories Ever Since I Could Read. I'm Immensely Curious About Ghosts And Ufos And All That Stuff, But I'm A Very Hard-headed Person.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

Everything Has Happened Before - Not Once, But Over And Over Again. We May Not Be Able To Solve Our Problems Through What Are Pompously Called "the Lessons Of History," But At Least We Should Be Able To Recognize The Issues And Perhaps Avoid Some Of The Solutions That Have Failed In The Past. And We Can Take Heart In Our Own Dilemma By Realizing That Other People In Other Times Have Survived Worse.

Exaggeration Is The Cheapest Form Of Humor.

Money Was The Manure Of Politics.