And That, Said John, Is That.

To Her- Hand In Hand We Come Christopher Robin And I To Lay This Book In Your Lap. Say You're Surprised? Say You Like It? Say It's Just What You Wanted? Because It's Yours- Because We Love You.

Ideas May Drift Into Other Minds, But They Do Not Drift My Way. I Have To Go And Fetch Them. I Know No Work Manual Or Mental To Equal The Appalling Heart-breaking Anguish Of Fetching An Idea From Nowhere.

What Distinguishes Cambridge From Oxford, Broadly Speaking, Is That Nobody Who Has Been To Cambridge Feels Impelled To Write About It.

In A Very Little Time They Got To The Corner Of The Field By The Side Of The Pine Wood Where Eeyore's House Wasn't Any Longer. 'there!' Said Eeyore. 'not A Stick Of It Left! Of Course, I've Still Got All This Snow To Do What I Like With. One Mustn't Complain.

The Other Day I Met A Man Who Didn't Know Where Tripoli Was. Tripoli Happened To Come Into The Conversation, And He Was Evidently At A Loss. "let's See," He Said. "tripoli Is Just Down By The - Er - You Know. What's The Name Of That Place?" "that's Right," I Answered, "just Opposite, Thingumabob. I Could Show You In A Minute On A Map. It's Near - What Do They Call It?" At This Moment The Train Stopped, And I Got Out And Went Straight Home To Look At My Atlas.