A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

At Twelve Noon, The Natives Swoon And No Further Work Is Donebut Mad Dogs And Englishmen, Go Out In The Midday Sun.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.

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She Had Much In Common With Hitler, Only No Mustache.

Extraordinary How Potent Cheap Music Is.