A Medium Vodka Dry Martini

But I Am Greedy For Life. I Do Too Much Of Everything All The Time. Suddenly One Day My Heart Will Fail. The Iron Crab Will Get Me As It Got My Father. But I Am Not Afraid Of The Crab. At Least I Shall Have Died From An Honourable Disease. Perhaps They Will Put On My Tombstone. 'this Man Died From Living Too Much'.

Love Of Life Is Born Of The Awareness Of Death, Of The Dread Of It.

Never Job Backwards. What Might Have Been Was A Waste Of Time.

As A Result Of 50 Years Of Emancipation, Feminine Qualities Were Dying Out Or Being Transferred To The Males. Pansies Of Both Sexes Were Everywhere, Not Yet Completely Homosexual, But Confused Not Knowing What They Were. The Result Was A Herd Of Unhappy Sexual Misfits... The Women Wanting To Dominate And The Men To Be Nannied.

And Then One Day When You're Playing Your Little Game You'll Suddenly Find Yourself Pinned Down Like A Butterfly.