Gradually The Magic Of The Island [corfu]

What Fools We Are, Eh? What Fools, Sitting Here In The Sun, Singing. And Of Love, Too! I Am Too Old For It And You Are Too Young, And Yet We Waste Our Time Singing About It. Ah, Well, Let's Have A Glass Of Wine, Eh?

I Do Wish You Wouldn't Argue With Me When I'm Knitting.

Aspirin Is So Good For Roses, Brandy For Sweet Peas, And A Squeeze Of Lemon-juice For The Fleshy Flowers, Like Begonias.

They Were Maps That Lived, Maps That One Could Study, Frown Over, And Add To; Maps, In Short, That Really Meant Something.

Why Keep In Touch With Them? That's What I Want To Know,' Asked Larry Despairingly. 'what Satisfaction Does It Give You? They're All Either Fossilized Or Mental.' 'indeed, They're Not Mental,' Said Mother Indignantly. 'nonsense, Mother... Look At Aunt Bertha, Keeping Flocks Of Imaginary Cats... And There's Great-uncle Patrick, Who Wanders About Nude And Tells Complete Strangers How He Killed Whales With A Penknife...they're All Bats.