No More Let Us Alter

The Inherent Blessing Of Socialism Is The Equal Sharing Of Misery.

Writing Is An Adventure.

When I Look Round To See How We Can Win The War, I See That There Is Only One Sure Path . . . And That Is Absolutely Devastating, Exterminating Attack By Very Heavy Bombers From This Country Upon The Nazi Homeland.

I Only Believe In Statistics That I Doctored Myself

The Maxim, "nothing Prevails But Perfection," May Be Spelled Paralysis.