He Was Certain He Was Anorectic, Because

Geography Is Just Physics Slowed Down, With A Couple Of Trees Stuck In It.

I Intend, Before The Endgame Looms, To Die Sitting In A Chair In My Own Garden With A Glass Of Brandy In My Hand And Thomas Tallis On The Ipod. Oh, And Since This Is England, I Had Better Add, "if Wet, In The Library." Who Could Say That This Is Bad?

Naughty And Nice? Said Death. But It's Easy To Be Nice If You're Rich. Is This Fair? Albert Wanted To Argue. He Wanted To Say, Really? In That Case, How Come So Many Of The Rich Buggers Is Bastards? And Being Poor Don't Mean Being Naughty, Neither.

He Moved In A Way That Suggested He Was Attempting The World Speed Record For The Nonchalant Walk.

A Good Plan Isn't One Where Someone Wins, It's Where Nobody Thinks They've Lost.