An Idea Is An Eye Given By

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

Is There An Existence That Is Only Mine?

The Sign Said 'the Green Turtle, Chelonia Myadas, Is The Source Of Turtle Soup....' I Am The Source Of William G. Soup If It Comes To That. Everyone Is The Source Of His Or Her Kind Of Soup. In A Town As Big As London, That's A Lot Of Soup Walking Around.

There Is A Tiger In My Room,' Said Frances. 'did He Bite You?' Said Father. 'no,' Said Frances. 'did He Scratch You?' Said Mother. 'no,' Said Frances. 'then He Is A Friendly Tiger,' Said Father. 'he Will Not Hurt You. Go Back To Sleep.

After All, When You Come Right Down To It, How Many People Speak The Same Language Even When They Speak The Same Language?