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The Rhinoceros Stood ... About Five Hundred Yards Away ... Not A Twentieth-century Animal At All, But An Odd, Grim Straggler From The Stone Age.

Perfectionism Spells Paralysis.

Thus I Got Into My Bones The Essential Structure Of The Ordinary British Sentence, Which Is A Noble Thing.

He Is Like A Female Llama Surprised In Her Bath.

Woe Betide The Leaders Now Perched On Their Dizzy Pinnacles Of Triumph If They Cast Away At The Conference Table What The Soldiers Had Won On A Hundred Bloodsoaked Battlefields.