When Will You Give Up These Mad

Odd's Fish, M'dear! The Man Can't Even Tie His Own Cravat!

Look At This Limp Cravet. And The Sad State Of Those Cuffs. I Can Hardly Bring Myself To Look Upon Them.

It Does Seem Simple, Doesn't It?' She Said, With A Final Bitter Attempt At Flippancy, 'when You Want To Kill A Chicken...you Take Hold Of It...then You Wring Its Neck...it's Only The Chicken Who Does Not Find It Quite So Simple. Now You Hold A Knife At My Throat, And A Hostage For My Obedience...you Find It Simple...i Don't

She Said Nothing, And Sir Andrew, Too, Was Silent, Yet Those Two Young People Understood One Another, As Young People Have A Way Of Doing All The World Over, And Have Done Since The World Began.

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine