We Are Minor In Everything But Our

Raids Are Slightly Constipating.

But Complex People Are Never Certain That They Are Not Crooks, Never Certain Their Passports Are Quite In Order, And Are, Therefore, Unnerved By The Slightest Thing.

Chance Is Better Than Choice; It Is More Lordly. Chance Is God, Choice Is Man.

There's Something So Showy About Desperation, It Takes Hard Wits To See It's A Grandiose Form Of Funk.

... In General, The Anglo-irish Do Not Make Good Dancers; They Are Too Spritely And Conscious; They Are Incapable Of One Kind Of Trance Or Of Being Seemingly Impersonal. And, For The Formal, Pure Dance They Lack The Formality: About Their Stylishness (for They Have Stylishness) There Is Something Impromptu, Slightly Disorderly.