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How About Slipping Out Of Those Wet Things And Into A Dry Martini?

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner, There Are Dark Clouds Travelling Through The Sky, And It's No Good Whining, About A Silver Lining, For We Know From Experience They Won't Roll By...

A Perfect Martini Should Be Made By Filling A Glass With Gin Then Waving It In The General Direction Of Italy.

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.

Having To Read Footnotes Resembles Having To Go Downstairs To Answer The Door While In The Midst Of Making Love.