I Know Only Two Words Of American

Many A Man Is Praised For His Reserve And So-called Shyness When He Is Simply Too Proud To Risk Making A Fool Of Himself.

If There Was A Little Room Somewhere In The British Museum That Contained Only About Twenty Exhibits And Good Lighting, Easy Chairs, And A Notice Imploring You To Smoke, I Believe I Should Become A Museum Man.

Like Its Politicians And Its Wars, Society Has The Teenagers It Deserves.

Nearly Everything Possible Had Been Done To Spoil The Game: The Heavy Financial Interest; The Absurd Transfer And Player-selling System; The Lack Of Any Birth Or Residential Qualifications; The Absurd Publicity Given To Every Feature Of It By The Press; The Monstrous Partisanships Of The Crowds.

Those No-sooner-have-i-touched-the-pillow People Are Past My Comprehension. There Is Something Bovine About Them.