I Like My Whisky Old And My

My Dream Of Happiness: A Quiet Spot By The Jamaican Seashore . . . Hearing The Wind Sob With The Beauty And The Tragedy Of Everything. Sitting Under An Almond Tree, With The Leaf Spread Over Me Like An Umbrella.

Has Every Oyster A Different Taste?

I've Had A Hell Of A Lot Of Fun And I've Enjoyed Every Minute Of It.

There Is Nothing Like Lying Flat On Your Back On The Deck, Alone Except For The Helmsman Aft At The Wheel, Silence Except For The Lapping Of The Sea Against The Side Of The Ship. At That Time You Can Be Equal To Ulysses And Brother To Him.

Someone, I Don't Know Who- It Might Have Even Been Me- Said, Any Man At The Age Of Twenty-five Who Is Not A Communist Has No Heart: Any Man Who Is Still Is At The Age Of Thirty-five Has No Head.