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Young Writers If They Are To Mature Require A Period Of Between Three And Seven Years In Which To Live Down Their Promise. Promise Is Like The Mediaeval Hangman Who After Settling The Noose, Pushed His Victim Off The Platform And Jumped On His Back, His Weight Acting A Drop While His Jockeying Arms Prevented The Unfortunate From Loosening The Rope. When He Judged Him Dead He Dropped To The Ground.

He [george Orwell] Would Not Blow His Nose Without Moralising On Conditions In The Handkerchief Industry.

There Is No Pain Equal To That Which Two Lovers Can Inflict On One Another.

The Past Is The Only Dead Thing That Smells Sweet.

There Are Many Who Dare Not Kill Themselves For Fear Of What The Neighbours Will Say.