There Is No More Sombre Enemy Of

Sheep With A Nasty Side.

The Artist One Day Falls Through A Hole In The Brambles, And From That Moment He Is Following The Dark Rapids Of An Underground River Which May Sometimes Flow So Near To The Surface That The Laughing Picnic Parties Are Heard Above.

The Refractory Pupil Of Socrates, Aristippus The Cyrene, Who Believed Happiness To Be The Sum Of Particular Pleasures And Golden Moments And Not, As Epicurus, A Prolonged Intermediary State Between Ecstasy And Pain.

Promise Is The Capacity For Letting People Down.

He [george Orwell] Would Not Blow His Nose Without Moralising On Conditions In The Handkerchief Industry.