I Cry, Sometimes, Because I'm

Finally [indira Ganhi] Called A Beautiful Dark Little Boy Who Was Playing On The Lawn, And Embracing Him Tenderly, Murmured, 'this Is My Grandchild; This Is The Man I Love Most In The World.' It Was A Strange Sensation To Watch This Very Powerful Woman Embracing A Child.

Hearing Him Speak Is So Fun, Reassuring I Dare Say. You Can Say All You Like About Sihanouk: That He's An Atrocious Liar, A Madman, A Fraud, A Swashbuckler, An International Blot. You May Think That, But You Cannot Deny How In This Age In Which The Political Arena Seems To Generate Only Dull, Obtuse And Boring Characters With No Imagination, He's A Kind Of Miracle.

If You Put A Pistol Against My Head And Ask Which I Think Is Worse, Muslims Or Mexicans, I'd Have To Think A Moment, Then I'd Say The Muslims Because They've Broken My Balls.

What's The Point Anyway - Of Suffering, Dying? It Teaches Us To Live, Boy. A Man Who Does Not Struggle Does Not Live, He Survives.

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