The Best Plans Are Always The Simplest.

The Industrial Age Had Only Just Begun; The Planet Had Reached Its Best Before Date.

Mr. Pewter Led Them Through To A Library, Filled With Thousands Of Antiquarian Books. 'impressive, Eh?' 'very,' Said Jack. 'how Did You Amass All These?' 'well,' Said Pewter, 'you Know The Person Who Always Borrows Books And Never Gives Them Back?' 'yes...?' 'i'm That Person.

It Wasn’t Going To Be Hard…it Was Going To Be Impossible. It Wouldn’t Deter Me. I'd Done Impossible Things Several Times In The Past, And The Prospect Didn’t Scare Me As Much As It Used To.

If You Enjoyed Laughing In The Face Of Death, You Might Like To Have A Crack At High Saffron. One Hundred Merits, And All You Have To Do Is Take A Look.' 'i Understand There's A One Hundred Percent Fatality Rate?' 'true. But Up Until The Moment Of Death There Was A One Hundred Percent Survival Rate. Really, I Shouldn't Let Anything As Meaningless As Statistics Put You Off.

How Fishy On The Fishiness Scale? Ten Is A Stickleback And One Is A Whale Shark." "a Whale Isn't A Fish, Thursday." "a Whale Shark Is--sort Of." "all Right, It's As Fishy As A Crayfish." "a Crayfish Isn't A Fish." "a Starfish, Then." "still Not A Fish." "this Is A Very Odd Conversation, Thursday.