I Could Marry The Devil Himself If

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

I Could Marry The Devil Himself If He Had Some Money.

I Was Wandering Around As Usual, In My Unpleasantly Populated Sub-conscious.

Americans Do Seem To Say Things Which Make The English Notice England.