He's Completely Unspoiled By Failure.

Any Part Of The Piggy Is Quite All Right With Me Ham From Westphalia, Ham From Parma Ham As Lean As The Dalai Lama Ham From Virginia, Ham From York, Trotters Sausages, Hot Roast Pork. Crackling Crisp For My Teeth To Grind On Bacon With Or Without The Rind On Though Humanitarian I'm Not A Vegetarian. I'm Neither Crank Nor Prude Nor Prig And Though It May Sound Infra Dig Any Part Of The Darling Pig Is Perfectly Fine With Me.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.

At Twelve Noon, The Natives Swoon And No Further Work Is Donebut Mad Dogs And Englishmen, Go Out In The Midday Sun.

People Are Wrong When They Say Opera Is Not What It Used To Be. It Is What It Used To Be. That Is What's Wrong With It.

The Higher The Building The Lower The Morals.