I've Got Six Months To Sort Out

Okay, This Is The Wisdom. First, Time Spent On Reconnaissanse Is Never Wasted. Second, Almost Anything Can Be Improved With The Addition Of Bacon. And Finally, There Is No Problem On Earth That Can't Be Ameliorated By A Hot Bath And A Cup Of Tea.

Dci Horner's Advice To Jack Spratt: "remember, M'boy," His Old Boss Had Said, Eyes Twinkling, "that If Anyone Tries To Get The Better Of You, Stand Up Straight And Say To Yourself In An Imperious Air, 'i Am The New Mrs. De Winter Now!' You'll Find It Works Wonders.

Whereas Story Is Processed In The Mind In A Straightforward Manner, Poetry Bypasses Rational Thought And Goes Straight To The Limbic System And Lights It Up Like A Brushfire. It's The Crack Cocaine Of The Literary World.

You Nearly Killed Eight People!" I Managed To Gasp Out Loud. "my Count Was Closer To Twelve," Returned Havisham As She Opened The Door. "and Anyhow, You Can't Nearly Kill Someone. Either They Are Dead Or They Are Not.

I'll Tell You What Love Is" I Said, "it Is Blind Devotion, Unquestioning Self Humiliation, Utter Submission, Trust And Belief Against Yourself And Against The Whole World, Giving Up Your Heart And Soul To The Smiter.