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I Look Like A Down-and-out Drunk Who Has Been Picked Out Of The Gutter In The Strand.

872, Ivar, King Of The Northmen Of All Ireland And Britain , Ended His Life." He Had Conquered Mercia And East Anglia. He Had Captured The Major Stronghold Of The Kingdom Of Strathclyde, Dumbarton. Laden With Loot And Seemingly Invincible, He Settled In Dublin And Died There Peacefully Two Years Later. The Pious Chroniclers Report That He "slept In Christ." Thus It May Be That He Had The Best Of Both Worlds.

I Liked Wine, Both Red And White, And Especially Champagne; And On Very Special Occasions I Could Even Drink A Small Glass Of Brandy.

I Must Place On Record My Regret That The Human Race Ever Learned To Fly.

This Wicked Man Hitler, The Repository And Embodiment Of Many Forms Of Soul-destroying Hatred. This Monstrous Product Of Former Wrongs And Shame.