The Perfect Church Service Would Be One

We Know We Are Sinners, It Does Not Follow That We Are Saved.

All Is Summed Up In The Prayer Which A Young Female Human Is Said To Have Uttered Recently: "o God, Make Me A Normal Twentieth-century Girl!" Thanks To Our Labors, This Will Mean Increasingly: "make Me A Minx, A Moron, And A Parasite.

Giant Wimbleweather Burst Into One Of Those Not Very Intelligent Laughs To Which The Nicer Sort Of Giants Are So Liable. He Checked Himself At Once And Looked As Grace As A Turnip By The Time Reepicheep Discovered Where The Noise Came From.

Pooh! Grown-ups Are Always Thinking Of Uninteresting Explanations.

And The Whole Forest Would Give Itself Up To Jollification For Weeks On End.