Everything That Has Existed, Lingers In The

These Little Grey Cells. It Is Up To Them.

That Is What I Mean. A Bath! The Receptacle Of Porcelain, One Turns The Taps And Fills It, One Gets In, One Gets Out And Ghoosh - Ghoosh - Ghoosh, The Water Goes Down The Waste Pipe!" "m. Poirot Are You Quite Mad?" "no, I Am Extremely Sane.

The Science Of Tomorrow Is The Supernatural Of Today.

... Obsessions Are Always Dangerous.

To Rush Into Explanations Is Always A Sign Of Weakness.