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I Have Always Been Delighted At The Prospect Of A New Day, A Fresh Try, One More Start, With Perhaps A Bit Of Magic Waiting Somewhere Behind The Morning.

But Some Of Us Are Beginning To Pull Well Away, In Our Irritation, From...the Exquisite Tasters, The Vintage Snobs, The Three-star Michelin Gourmets. There Is, We Feel, A Decent Area Somewhere Between Boiled Carrots And Beluga Caviare, Sour Plonk And Chateau Lafitte, Where We Can Take Care Of Our Gullets And Bellies Without Worshipping Them.

I Know Only Two Words Of American Slang, 'swell' And 'lousy'. I Think 'swell' Is Lousy, But 'lousy' Is Swell.

We Should Like To Have Some Towering Geniuses, To Reveal Us To Ourselves In Colour And Fire, But Of Course They Would Have To Fit Into The Pattern Of Our Society And Be Able To Take Orders From Sound Administrative Types.

Our Dourest Parsons, Who Followed The Nonconformist Fashion Of Long Extemporary Prayers, Always Seemed To Me To Be Bent On Bullying God.