Put It Off For A Bit. All

Eat This Sweetish Segment Or Spit It Out. You Are Free.

Ignorance And Poverty Are The Best Condiments For The Great Feast Of The World, But The Inexperienced And Poor Are Never Invited To It.

The Trouble Began With Forster. After Him It Was Considered Ungentlemanly To Write More Than Five Or Six Novels.

But Where I Itty Now, O My Brothers, Is All On My Oddy Knocky, Where You Cannot Go. Tomorrow Is All Like Sweet Flowers And The Turning Vonny Earth And The Stars And The Old Luna Up There. ... And All That Cal.

...we're A Government That Believes In Everybody Having The Illusion Of Free Will.