There Are Some Things One Remembers Even

A Short Piece Of Work Means As Much To Me As A Long Piece Of Work.

I Hate Brandy...it Stinks Of Modern Literature.

I Suggest That Us Foreign Policy Can Still Be Defined As "kiss My Ass Or I'll Kick Your Head In." But Of Course It Doesn't Put It Like That. It Talks Of "low Intensity Conflict..." What All This Adds Up To Is A Disease At The Very Centre Of Language, So That Language Becomes A Permanent Masquerade, A Tapestry Of Lies.

There Are Some Good Rules And There Are Some Lousy Rules.

Don't Forget The Earth's About Five Thousand Million Years Old, At Least. Who Can Afford To Live In The Past?