The Only Way To Do

When Emotion Supersedes Reason ... Gullibility Must Follow.

He Hesitated For A Moment. Then He Said Softly, "i Love You, Mother." He Took My Hand And Kissed It, And Folded My Fingers Round The Stem Of The Rose. He Had Stripped It Of Its Thorns.

I Have No Writing Habit. I Work When I Feel Like It, And I Work When I Have To - Mostly The Latter.

There Was No Warning, Not Even A Knock. The Door Flew Open, And He Forgot His Present Aches And Pains In Anticipation Of What Lay In Store. The Figure That Stood In The Door Was Not That Of An Enemy. It Was Worse. It Was His Mother.

Martyrdom Is Often The Result Of Excessive Gullibility.