I Do Not Intend To Let Myself

An Infant Prodigy Of Nine Is Shoved Upon The Stage In White. She Starts Off In A Dismal Whine About A Dark And Stormy Night, A Burglar, Whose Heart Is True, Despite His Wicked-looking Face, Who Puts The Little Child In Doom, To Save Her Mamma's Jewel Case. This May Bring Tears To Every Eye; It Does Not Set My Heart On Fire. I'd Like To Stand Serenely By And Watch That Horrid Child Expire.

Running Is The Classical Road To Self-consciousn Ess, Self-awareness And Self-reliance. Independence Is The Outstanding Characteristic Of A Runner. He Learns The Harsh Reality Of His Physical And Spiritual Limitations When He Runs. He Learns That Personal Commitment, Sacrifice And Determination Are His Only Means To Betterment. Runners Get Promoted Only Through Self-conquest.

I Don't Believe In Astrology. The Only Stars I Can Blame For My Failures Are Those That Walk About The Stage.

Wit Ought To Be A Glorious Treat Like Caviar; Never Spread It About Like Marmalade.

My Philosophy Is As Simple As Ever - Smoking, Drinking, Moderate Sexual Intercourse On A Diminishing Scale, Reading And Writing (not Arithmetic). I Have A Selfish Absorption In The Well-being And Achievement Of Noel Coward.