Never Sit A Table When You Can

And You'll Always Love Me Won't You? Yes And The Rain Won't Make Any Difference? No

Where Do The Noses Go? I Always Wondered Where The Noses Would Go.

How Little We Know Of What There Is To Know.

Drinking Wine Was Not A Snobbism Nor A Sign Of Sophistication Nor A Cult; It Was As Natural As Eating And To Me As Necessary.

The Bicycle Riders Drank Much Wine, And Were Burned And Browned By The Sun. They Did Not Take The Race Seriously Except Among Themselves.