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Some People's Blameless Lives Are To Blame For A Good Deal.

She Couldn't Have Found Anything Nastier To Say If She Had Thought It Out With Both Hands For A Fortnight.

Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

And Then, At Night, The Lit Lamp And The Drawn Curtain, With The Flutter Of The Turned Page And Soft Scrape Of Pen On Paper The Only Sounds To Break The Silence Between Quarter- And Quarter-chime.

God Was Executed By People Painfully Like Us, In A Society Very Similar To Our Own ... By A Corrupt Church, A Timid Politician, And A Fickle Proletariat Led By Professional Agitators.