Nothing Looks As Self-satisfied As A Contented

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

A Fondness For Martyrdom, Especially Of The Verbal Variety, Is Common To The Young.

I Do Hope You Have Some Money. I'm Getting Tired Of Hitting People.

I Don't Think She Realized How Much She Cared For Him, Or He For Her, Until The End. Hasn't Someone Said A Woman May Be Known By The Men Who Love Her Enough To Die For Her? (if They Haven't, I Claim The Credit Myself.)

I Sometimes Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be The Respected Patriarch Of An Ordinary English Family." "very Boring, Emerson.