Christmas Is At Our Throats

Here Ends The Story Of A Ship, But There Will Always Be Other Ships, For We Are An Island Race. Through All Our Centuries, The Sea Has Ruled Our Destiny. There Will Always Be Other Ships And Men To Sail In Them. It Is These Men, In Peace Or War, To Whom We Owe So Much. Above All Victories, Beyond All Loss, In Spite Of Changing Values In A Changing World, They Give To Us, Their Countrymen, Eternal And Indomitable Pride.

If He (peter O'toole) Had Been Any Prettier It Would Have Been Florence Of Arabia.

You Always Ought To Have Tom Cats Arranged, You Know - It Makes 'em More Companionable.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.

Dear 338171 (may I Call You 338?)