John Mcenroe Has Hair Like Badly Turned

The Canadian Version Of Julius Caesar's Memoirs? I Came, I Saw, I Coped.

Dinner Was Meat - Not Hunks Of Meat, As In Australia, But Pathetic Scraps Of Meat, As In Britain - Which The Girls Upstairs Transformed Into Edible Dishes By Heating It In Secret Ways And Adding Bits Of Stuff To It.

His Pear-shaped Head, I Could Now See, Was Situated On Top Of A Pear-shaped Body, Which His Black Gown Caused To Resemble A Piece Of Fruit Going To A Funeral.

Reading And Writing... Are Exciting. The Most Exciting Things I Can Think Of. And Now, As I Reflect... I Have To Say That I've Been Lucky In That I'm Amused By What I Do - Sufficiently Amused.

I Was Wrong, However, To Suppose That Sellers Thought The World Revolved Around Him. He Thought The Cosmos Did Too, And History, And The Fates... Like Every Egomaniac, He Behaved As If Everybody Else Spent Their Day Being As Interested In Him As He Was.