The Way To Get On

The Trouble With Unknown Enemies Is That They Are So Difficult To Identify.

There Are Too Many People In The World As It Is, But The Supply Of Ancient Manuscripts Is Severely Limited.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False Promise Of Resurrection.

Stereotypes Are Awfully Misleading. There Are Typical Librarians, But Not All Librarians Are Typical.