A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is

I Never Get Any Protests From Children. All You Get Are Giggles Of Mirth And Squirms Of Delight. I Know What Children Like.

I Was Already Beginning To Realize That The Only Way To Conduct Oneself In A Situation Where Bombs Rained Down And Bullets Whizzed Past, Was To Accept The Dangers And All The Consequences As Calmly As Possible. Fretting And Sweating About It All Was Not Going To Help.

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

Some Children Are Spoiled And It Is Not Their Fault, It Is Their Parents.

Do You Like Vegetables?" Sophie Asked, Hoping To Steer The Conversation Towards A Slightly Less Dangerous Kind Of Food. "you Is Trying To Change The Subject," The Giant Said Sternly. "we Is Having An Interesting Babblement About The Taste Of The Human Bean. The Human Bean Is Not A Vegetable.