What A Fortunate Fellow I

I Was Already Beginning To Realize That The Only Way To Conduct Oneself In A Situation Where Bombs Rained Down And Bullets Whizzed Past, Was To Accept The Dangers And All The Consequences As Calmly As Possible. Fretting And Sweating About It All Was Not Going To Help.

The Maid Screamed. The Queen Gasped. Sophie Waved.

Pear Drops Were Exciting Because They Had A Dangerous Taste. All Of Us Were Warned Against Eating Them, And The Result Was That We Ate Them More Than Ever.

I'd Rather Be Fried Alive And Eaten By Mexicans.

All The Reading She Had Done Had Given Her A View Of Life That They Had Never Seen.