Growing Up In The English Countryside Seemed

One Is Only Really Inwardly Comfortable, So To Speak, After One's Life Has Assumed Some Sort Of Shape. Not Just A Routine, Like Studying Or A Job Or Being A Housewife, But Something More Complete Than All Those, Which Would Include Goals Set By Oneself And A Circle Of Life-time Type Friends. I Think This Is One Of The Hardest Things To Achieve, In Fact Often Just Trying Doesn't Achieve It But Rather It Seems To Develop Almost By Accident.

Picking Other People's Brains Is An Art Worth Cultivating.

In Childbirth, As In Other Human Endeavors, Fashions Start With The Rich, Are Then Adopted By The Aspirant Middle Class With An Assist From The Ever-watchful Media, And May Or May Not Eventually Filter Down To The Poor.

[on The United States:] A Nation Which Does Not Appreciate That The Simple Elocution Exercise 'merry Mary Married Hairy Harry' Contains Not One But Three Vowel Sounds.

It Is Somehow Reassuring To Discover That The Word Travel Is Derived From Travail, Denoting The Pains Of Childbirth.