The Studious Silence Of The Library ...

God Made Food; The Devil The Cooks.

Civilization May Be Said Indeed To Be The Creation Of Its Outlaws.

Her Lips Touched His Brain As They Touched His Lips, As Though They Were A Vehicle Of Some Vague Speech And Between Them He Felt An Unknown And Timid Preasure, Darker Than The Swoon Of Sin, Softer Than Sound Or Odor.

Shut Your Eyes And See.

Good Puzzle Would Be Cross Dublin Without Passing A Pub.