Children, I Feel, Are As Much Entitled

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

I Do, However, Think It Would Be Difficult To Write Books I Don't Like To Read.

The Trouble With Unknown Enemies Is That They Are So Difficult To Identify.

A Fondness For Martyrdom, Especially Of The Verbal Variety, Is Common To The Young.

It May Take Us A Little Longer To Reach The Summit, But Never Fear, We Will Get There!