To Make The Most Of Christmas, Focus

Our Trouble Is That We Drink Too Much Tea. I See In This The Slow Revenge Of The Orient, Which Has Diverted The Yellow River Down Our Throats.

Most Writers Enjoy Two Periods Of Happiness When A Glorious Idea Comes To Mind And, Secondly, When A Last Page Has Been Written And You Haven't Had Time To Know How Much Better It Ought To Be.

Much Of Writing Might Be Described As Mental Pregnancy With Successive Difficult Deliveries.

It Is Good Fiction, So Largely Ignored Now, That Brings Us So Much Closer To The Real Facts.

The Real Lost Souls Don't Wear Their Hair Long And Play Guitars. They Have Crew Cuts And Trained Minds, Sign On For Research In Biological Warfare, And Don't Give Their Parents A Moment's Worry.