I Don't Mind Dying, I'll

But Still, If It's True, How Can It Be A Lie?

At Least, Not In This Country,' She Added After A Moment's Thought. 'in China It's A Little Different. Once I Saw A Chinaman In Shanghai. His Ears Were So Big He Could Use Them For A Raincoat. When It Rained, He Just Crept In Under His Ears And Was Warm And Snug As Could Be. Not That The Ears Had Such A Rattling Good Time Of It, You Understand. If It Was Specially Bad Weather, He'd Invite Friends And Acquaintances To Pitch Camp Under His Ears Too. There They Sat, Singing Their Sorrowful Songs While It Poured Down Outside.

If I Have Managed To Brighten Up Even One Gloomy Childhood – Then I’m Satisfied.

Don't Let Them Get You Down. Be Cheeky. And Wild. And Wonderful.

No Fridolf, Bother All This Learning. I Can't Study Anymore Because I Must Climb The Mast To See What Kind Of Weather We're Going To Have Tomorrow.