Fools Make News, And Wise Men Carry

Did I Ever Tell You,’ Said Lymond Pausing On The Afterthought, On His Way To The Flap, ‘that That Aunt Of Mine Once Hatched An Egg?’ He Paused, Deep In Thought, And Walked Slowly To The Door Before Turning Again. His Lordship Of Aubigny, Staring After The Vanishing Form Of His Brother, Received The Full Splendour Of Lymond’s Smile. ‘it Was A Cuckoo,’ Said Francis Crawford Prosaically, And Followed Lennox Out.

And The English Army, Wheeling, Started South At A Gallop Over The Hill Pass Into Ettrick, Followed By Twenty Men And Eight Hundred Sheep In Steel Helmets.

And Habits Are Hell's Own Substitute For Good Intentions. Habits Are The Ruin Of Ambition, Of Initiative , Of Imagination. They're The Curse Of Marriage And The After-bane Of Death.

Versatility Is One Of The Few Human Traits Which Are Universally Intolerable. You May Be Good At Greek And Good At Painting And Be Popular. You May Be Good At Greek And Good At Sport, And Be Wildly Popular. But Try All Three And You’re A Mountebank. Nothing Arouses Suspicion Quicker Than Genuine, All-round Proficiency.

Repressively, Lymond Himself Answered. “i Dislike Being Discussed As If I Were A Disease. Nobody ‘got’ Me,” He Said.