I Don't Read The Sunday

Lawyers Are Predators In Grey Worsted

After All, What Else Is Scientific Enquiry Of Any Sort Other Than A Controlled Version Of Banging One's Head Against The Universe Until Something Gives?

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty Childhood Habits I've Managed To Grow Out Of

I Don't Read The Sunday Papers; Or The Dailies, Either