We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each

If The Aunt Of The Vicar Has Never Touched Liquor, Watch Out When She Finds The Champagne.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

Take Up The White Man's Burden -- Send Forth The Best Ye Breed -- Go, Bind Your Sons To Exile To Serve Your Captives Need.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.