No Hour Of Life Is

In War, The Truth Must Be Guarded By A Body Guard Of Lies.

We Hoped To Land A Wild Cat That Would Tear Out The Bowels Of The Boche. Instead We Have Stranded A Vast Whale With Its Tail Flopping About In The Water.

The English Are Loth To Express Their Feelings, But In My Stall In The Choir I Could Feel The Pent-up, Passionate Emotion, And Also The Fear Of The Congregation, Not Of Death Or Wounds Or Material Loss, But Of Defeat And The Final Ruin Of Britain.

I'm Just Preparing My Impromptu Remarks.

The Inherent Vice Of Capitalism Is The Unequal Sharing Of Blessings; The Inherent Virtue Of Socialism Is The Equal Sharing Of Miseries.