The Most Irritating Thing About Cliches, I

If I Die," He Whispered In The Dark, "dinna Follow Me. The Bairns Will Need Ye. Stay For Them. I Can Wait.

Oh, Aye, Sassenach. I Am Your Master . . . And You're Mine. Seems I Canna Possess Your Soul Without Losing My Own.

He Shook His Head, Absorbed In One Of His Feats Of Memory, Those Brief Periods Of Scholastic Rapture Where He Lost Touch With The World Around Him, Absorbed Completely In Conjuring Up Knowledge From All Its Sources.

Scots Have Long Memories, And They're Not The Most Forgiving Of People.

Once You've Chosen A Man, Don't Try To Change Him', I Wrote With More Confidence. 'it Can't Be Done. More Important-don't Let Him Try To Change You.