Not Every Boy Thrown To

Is Man A Savage At Heart, Skinned O'er With Fragile Manners? Or Is Savagery But A Faint Taint In The Natural Man's Gentility, Which Erupts Now And Again Like Pimples On An Angel's Arse?

A Curious Thing About Written Literature: It Is About Four Thousand Years Old, But We Have No Way Of Knowing Whether Four Thousand Years Constitutes Senility Or The Maiden Blush Of Youth.

The First Obligation Of The Writer Is To Be Interesting. To Be Interesting; Not To Change The World.

Though Life's Tuition Is Always Ruinous, Inexorably We Learn.

History - An Account, Mostly False, Of Events, Mostly Unimportant