A Great Many Men Are Mad, And

It's A Mystery To Me How Anyone Ever Gets Any Nourishment In This Place. They Must Eat Their Meals Standing Up By The Window So As To Be Sure Of Not Missing Anything.

Bitterness Leads Nowhere. It Turns Back On Itself. It Is The Eternal Cul-de-sac.

I Suppose It Is Because Nearly All Children Go To School Nowadays And Have Things Arranged For Them That They Seem So Forlornly Unable To Produce Their Own Ideas.

I Specialize In Murders Of Quiet, Domestic Interest.

In My End Is My Beginning - That's What People Are Always Saying. But What Does It Mean?