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It Isn't What They Say About You, It's What They Whisper.

Has Every Oyster A Different Taste?

The Rest Of My Life Will Be Devoted To Women And Litigation

My Dream Of Happiness: A Quiet Spot By The Jamaican Seashore . . . Hearing The Wind Sob With The Beauty And The Tragedy Of Everything. Sitting Under An Almond Tree, With The Leaf Spread Over Me Like An Umbrella.

Man's Indecency To Man All Over The World Rules Out The Idea Of Humanity As An Actuality. It Is A Dream Of Young Idealists. In Practice A Misnomer