We Work In The Dark -- We

I Am Incapable Of Telling You Not To Feel. Feel, Feel, I Say - Feel For All You're Worth, And Even If It Half Kills You, For That Is The Only Way To Live.

I've Always Expected The Worst, And It's Always Worse Than I Expected.

The Story Had Held Us, Round The Fire, Sufficiently Breathless, But Except The Obvious Remark That It Was Gruesome, As, On Christmas Eve In An Old House, A Strange Tale Should Essentially Be . . .

She Was A Woman Who, Between Courses, Could Be Graceful With Her Elbows On The Table.

New York Is Appalling, Fantastically Charmless And Elaborately Dire.