The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit

He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.

The Relationship Between The Two Men Was Something Of A Miracle In Itself. It Was A Cordiality Based, Apparently, On Complete Non-comprehension Cemented By A Deep Mutual Respect For The Utterly Unknown. No Two Men Saw Less Eye To Eye And The Result Was Unexpected Harmony, As If A Dog And A Fish Had Mysteriously Become Friends And Were Proud Each Of The Other's Remarkable Dissimilarity To Himself.

But There Are Roughly Two Sorts Of Informed People, Aren't There? People Who Start Off Right By Observing The Pitfalls And Mistakes And Going Round Them, And The People Who Fall Into Them And Get Out And Know They're There Because Of That. They Both Come To The Same Conclusions But They Don't Have Quite The Same Point Of View.

There Are, Fortunately, Very Few People Who Can Say That They Have Actually Attended A Murder.

The Nicest People Fall In Love Indiscriminately ... While Under The Influence Of That Pre-eminently Selfish Lunacy They May Make The Most Outrageous Demands Upon Their Friends With No Other Excuse Than Their Painful Need.