At One Side Of The Palette There

I Will Begin By Saying What Everybody Would Like To Ignore Or Forget... We Have Sustained A Total And Unmitigated Defeat... All Is Over. Silent, Mournful, Abandoned, Broken, Czechoslovakia Recedes Into The Darkness... We Are In The Presence Of A Disaster Of The First Magnitude Which Has Befallen Great Britain And France. Do Not Let Us Blind Ourselves To That... Do Not Suppose That This Is The End. This Is Only The Beginning Of The Reckoning.

Don't Deliver An Essay With So Many Points. No One Can Absorb It. Just Say One Thing... Of Course, You Can Say The Point In Many Different Ways Over And Over Again With Different Illustrations.

I'm Going To Make A Long Speech Because I've Not Had The Time To Prepare A Short One.

When You're 20 You Care What Everyone Thinks, When You're 40 You Stop Caring What Everyone Thinks, When You're 60 You Realize No One Was Ever Thinking About You In The First Place. You Have Enemies? Good. That Means You've Stood Up For Something, Sometime In Your Life.

These Cruel, Wanton, Indiscriminate Bombings Of London Are, Of Course, A Part Of Hitler's Invasion Plans. He Hopes, By Killing Large Numbers Of Civilians, And Women And Children, That He Will Terrorise And Cow The People Of This Mighty Imperial City ... Little Does He Know The Spirit Of The British Nation, Or The Tough Fibre Of The Londoners.