Draw Your Chair Up, And Hand Me

I Feel That There Is Reason Lurking In You Somewhere, So We Will Patiently Grope Round For It.

When The Spirits Are Low, When The Day Appears Dark, When Work Becomes Monotonous, When Hope Hardly Seems Worth Having, Just Mount A Bicycle And Go Out For A Spin Down The Road, Without Thought On Anything But The Ride You Are Taking.

I Suppose I Shall Have To Compound A Felony As Usual.

There Is Nothing Like First-hand Evidence.

I Am An Omnivorous Reader With A Strangely Retentive Memory For Trifles.