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I Like A Man Who Grins When He Fights.

My Mother Always Seemed To Me Like A Fairy Princess: A Radiant Being Possessed Of Limitless Riches And Power. She Shone For Me Like The Evening Star. I Loved Her Dearly.

We Must Be United, We Must Be Undaunted, We Must Be Inflexible. Our Qualities And Deeds Must Burn And Glow Through The Gloom Oeurope Until They Become The Veritable Beacon Oits Salvation.

Fancy Cutting Down All Those Beautiful Trees...to Make Pulp For Those Bloody Newspapers, And Calling It Civilisation.

There Are Two Processes Which We Adopt Consciously Or Unconsciously When We Try To Prophesy. We Can Seek A Period In The Past Whose Conditions Resemble As Closely As Possible Those Of Our Day, And Presume That The Sequel To That Period Will, Save For Some Minor Alterations, Be Similar. Secondly, We Can Survey The General Course Of Development In Our Immediate Past, And Endeavor To Prolong It Into The Near Future. The First Is The Method The Historian; The Second That Of The Scientist. Only The Second Is Open To Us Now, And This Only In A Partial Sphere.