I Don't Much Care For

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.

My Body Has Certainly Wandered A Good Deal, But I Have An Uneasy Suspicion That My Mind Has Not Wandered Enough.

Familiarity Breeds Contempt, But Without A Little Familiarity It's Impossible To Breed Anything.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

I Can Take Any Amount Of Criticism, As Long As It Is Unqualified Praise.