I Was On Hpd--heathcliff Protection Duty--in Wuthering

There's Something Rotten In The State Of Denmark, And Hamlet Says...it's Payback Time!

If It Weren't For Greed, Intolerance, Hate, Passion And Murder, You Would Have No Works Of Art, No Great Buildings, No Medical Science, No Mozart, No Van Gough, No Muppets And No Louis Armstrong.

Everything Comes To An End. A Good Bottle Of Wine, A Summer’s Day, A Long-running Sitcom, One’s Life, And Eventually Our Species. The Question For Many Of Us Is Not That Everything Will Come To An End But When. And Can We Do Anything Vaguely Useful Until It Does?

I Loved Him, Officer. More Than Any Woman Ever Loved An Egg.

Acceptable Rules Of Conduct Were Suspended When It Came To The Spoon Shortage. The Deficit Had Gotten So Bad That Prices Were All But Unaffordable, And Dynastic Spoon Succession Had Become A Matter Of Considerable Interest. Spoons Were Even Postcode Engraved And Carried On One's Person To Eliminate Theft, And Good Table Manners, One Of The Eight Pillars Upon Which The Collective Was Built, Had Been Relaxed To Allow Tea To Be Stirred - Shockingly - With The Handle Of A Fork.