A Man Can Never Have Too Much

God Help Us For We Knew The Worst Too Young.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

When A Crew And A Captain Understand Each Other To The Core, It Takes A Gale, And More Than A Gale, To Put Their Ship Ashore.

A Black Shadow Dropped Down Into The Circle. It Was Bagheera The Black Panther, Inky Black All Over, But With The Panther Markings Showing Up In Certain Lights Like The Pattern Of Watered Silk. Everybody Knew Bagheera, And Nobody Cared To Cross His Path, For He Was As Cunning As Tabaqui, As Bold As The Wild Buffalo, And As Reckless As The Wounded Elephant. But He Had A Voice As Soft As Wild Honey Dripping From A Tree, And A Skin Softer Than Down.