Worry Is A Dividend Paid To Disaster

I Shall Not Waste My Days In Trying To Prolong Them.

And Then One Day When You're Playing Your Little Game You'll Suddenly Find Yourself Pinned Down Like A Butterfly.

A Dry Martini,' He Said. 'one. In A Deep Champagne Goblet.' ... Just A Moment. Three Measures Of Gordon's, One Of Vodka, Half A Measure Of Kina Lillet. Shake It Very Well Until It's Ice-cold, Then Add A Large Thin Slice Of Lemon-peel. Got It?

She Explained To Me Later That She Must Have Been Possessed By A Subconscious Desire To Be Raped. Well She Found Me In The Mountains And She Was Raped - By Me.

He Was A Secret Agent, And Still Alive Thanks To His Exact Attention To The Detail Of His Profession.