If You Are Good Life Is Good.

Watch With Glittering Eyes The Whole World Around You.

When You're Old Enough To Write A Book For Children, By Then You'll Have Become A Grown Up And Have Lost All Your Jokeyness. Unless You're An Undeveloped Adult And Still Have An Enormous Amount Of Childishness In You.

There Is Something About Very Cold Weather That Gives One An Enormous Appetite. Most Of Us Find Ourselves Beginning To Crave Rich Steaming Stews And Hot Apple Pies And All Kinds Of Delicious Warming Dishes; And Because We Are All A Great Deal Luckier Than We Realize, We Usually Get What We Want—or Near Enough.

My Father Was A Norwegian Who Came From A Small Town Near Oslo. He Broke His Arm At The Elbow When He Was 14, And They Amputated It.

It Is Most Unlikely. But--here Comes The Big "but"--not Impossible.