The Maid Screamed. The Queen Gasped. Sophie

And Don’t Worry About The Bits You Can’t Understand. Sit Back And Allow The Words To Wash Around You, Like Music.

I Was Observing Her Closely As I Talked, And After A While I Began To Get The Impression That She Was Not, In Fact, Quite So Merry And Smiling A Girl As I Had Been Led To Believe At First. She Seemed To Be Coiled In Herself, As Though With A Secret She Was Jealously Guarding. The Deep-blue Eyes Moved Too Quickly About The Room, Never Settling Or Resting On One Thing For More Than A Moment; And Over All Her Face, Though So Faint That They Might Not Even Have Been There, Those Small Downward Lines Of Sorrow.

It Was Slowly Beginning To Dawn Upon Henry That Nothing Is Any Fun If You Can Get As Much Of It As You Want. Especially Money.

I Was Already Beginning To Realize That The Only Way To Conduct Oneself In A Situation Where Bombs Rained Down And Bullets Whizzed Past, Was To Accept The Dangers And All The Consequences As Calmly As Possible. Fretting And Sweating About It All Was Not Going To Help.

I Began To Realize How Important It Was To Be An Enthusiast In Life. He Taught Me That If You Are Interested In Something, No Matter What It Is, Go At It At Full Speed Ahead. Embrace It With Both Arms, Hug It, Love It And Above All Become Passionate About It. Lukewarm Is No Good. Hot Is No Good Either. White Hot And Passionate Is The Only Thing To Be