We Thought Of Wine As

Any Man's Life, Told Truly, Is A Novel.

It Was Considered A Virtue Not To Talk Unnecessarily At Sea.

We're Always Lucky,' I Said And Like A Fool I Did Not Knock On Wood.

Religion Is Like An Ice Cold Whiskey On A Hot Day.

In Africa A Thing Is True At First Light And A Lie By Noon And You Have No More Respect For It Than For The Lovely, Perfect Wood-fringed Lake You See Across The Sun-baked Salt Plain. You Have Walked Across That Plain In The Morning And You Know That No Such Lake Is There. But Now It Is There Absolutely True, Beautiful And Believable.