For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun; The Japanese Don't Care To, The Chinese Wouldn't Dare To; Hindus And Argentines Sleep Firmly From Twelve To One, But Englishmen Detest A Siesta.

I Write At High Speed Because Boredom Is Bad For My Health.

There's Always Something Fishy About The French.

Never Mind, Dear, We're All Made The Same, Though Some More Than Others.

Someday I Suspect, When Jesus Has Definitely Got Me For A Sunbeam, My Works May Be Adequately Assessed.