To Multiply Your Joy, Count Your Blessings.

It Is Hard To Tell Where The Mcc Ends And The Church Of England Begins.

Depending Upon Shock Tactics Is Easy, Whereas Writing A Good Play Is Difficult. Pubic Hair Is No Substitute For Wit.

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

What A Grand, Higgledy-piggledy, Sensible Old Place Norwich Is!

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.