A Sharp Spear Needs No Polish.

That Which Is Alive Hath Known Death, And That Which Is Dead Can Never Die, For In The Circle Of The Spirit Life Is Naught And Death Is Naught. Yea, All Things Live Forever, Though At Times They Sleep And Are Forgotten.

It Is A Well-known Fact That Very Often, Putting The Period Of Boyhood Out Of The Argument, The Older We Grow The More Cynical And Hardened We Become; Indeed, Many Of Us Are Only Saved By Timely Death From Moral Petrification, If Not From Moral Corruption.

The Sky Aft Was Dark As Pitch, But The Moon Still Shone Brightly Ahead Of Us And Lit Up The Blackness. Beneath Its Sheen A Huge White-topped Breaker, Twenty Feet High Or More, Was Rushing On To Us. It Was On The Break-the Moon Shone On Its Crest And Tipped Its Foam With Light. On It Rushed Beneath The Inky Sky, Driven By The Awful Squall Behind It.

As For The Girl, Since She Is Well Favoured, She Shall Brew The King's Beer, And Be Numbered Amongst The King's Wives-unless, Indeed, He Is Pleased To Give Her To Me.

It Is Awkward To Listen To Oneself Being Praised, And I Was Always A Shy Man.