Clichés Can Be Quite Fun.

Your Whole Life Is On The Other Side Of The Glass. And There Is Nobody Watching.

I'm Not "happy" But I'm Not Unhappy About It.

I Have Never Understood Disliking For War. It Panders To Instincts Already Catered For Within The Scope Of Any Respectable Domestic Establishment.

But Then Books, As I'm Sure You Know, Seldom Prompt A Course Of Action. Books Generally Just Confirm You In What You Have, Perhaps Unwittingly, Decided To Do Already. You Go To A Book To Have Your Convictions Corroborated. A Book, As It Were, Closes The Book.

At Eighty Things Do Not Occur; They Recur.