A Man Of Over Thirty Might Be

I Would Give You My Soul In A Blackberry Pie; And A Knife To Cut It With.

And The English Army, Wheeling, Started South At A Gallop Over The Hill Pass Into Ettrick, Followed By Twenty Men And Eight Hundred Sheep In Steel Helmets.

A Man Of Over Thirty Might Be Held To Be At The Height Of His Powers, But Not Necessarily Of His Wisdom.

He Regards Boredom, I Observe, As The One And Mighty Enemy Of His Soul. And Will Succeed In Conquering It, I Am Sure—if He Survives The Experience.

Music, The Knife Without A Hilt.