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No-one Is Going To Sit Down And Read Bleak House To The Family Any More, But They Can All Huddle Up Happily In Front Of Charles Bronson.

Tennis: The Most Perfect Combination Of Athleticism, Artistry, Power, Style, And Wit. A Beautiful Game, But One So Remorselessly Travestied By The Passage Of Time.

The Air Itself Was Ebony, Like The Denial, The Refutation, Of The Idea Of Light.

Everyone Is Right Up There At The Very Brink Of Their Pain Limit.

Each Life Is A Game Of Chess That Went To Hell On The Seventh Move(...)