Nice Day For A Funeral.

Until He Lost All His Money, My Father Was A Successful North London Jewish Businessman. He Was Unusual Among His Immediate Family In That He Was Enormously Cultured And Had An Incredible Library.

Sometimes It's The Tiniest Things That Can Mean The Difference Between Life And Death.

When You Are Rich, People Treat You With Respect.

Inside Every Fat Man, There's A Thin Man Trying To Get Out.

He Looked From The Phone To The Unconscious Figure Of The Salesman. "what Did You Do To Him?" He Asked. "he Got The Wrong Number," Alex Said.