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The Whole Point Of Art, Aside From The Aesthetic Pleasure It Yields, Is That It Provides A Bridge To The Past; That Seductive Land Where We All Find Certainty And Consolation. Nothing Quite Spans This Gulf With Such Immediacy As The Art Of Popular Song.

Everyone Had A Japanese Maple, Although After Pearl Harbor Most Of These Were Patriotically Poisoned, Ringbarked And Extirpated.

I Drift Along, Thinking About The Past A Great Deal. The Past Is So Reliable, So Delightful, And The Best Place To Live. I End Up There Quite Often, You Know; It's Very Comfortable And Dependable.

He's Very, Very Well-known. I'd Say He's World-famous In Melbourne.

New Zealand Is A Country Of Thirty Thousand Million Sheep, Three Million Of Whom Think They Are Human.