I Dinna Trust Him," Said Slightly Mad

I'm Mean And Turf And I'm Mean And Turf And I'm Mean And Turf And I'm Mean And Turf, And Me An' My Friends Can Walk Towards You With Our Hats On Backwards In A Menacing Way, Yo!

Science Fiction Is Fantasy With Bolts Painted On Outside.

This, Milord, Is My Family's Axe. We Have Owned It For Almost Nine Hundred Years, See. Of Course, Sometimes It Needed A New Blade. And Sometimes It Has Required A New Handle, New Designs On The Metalwork, A Little Refreshing Of The Ornamentation . . . But Is This Not The Nine Hundred-year-old Axe Of My Family? And Because It Has Changed Gently Over Time, It Is Still A Pretty Good Axe, Y'know. Pretty Good.

This Is A Lovely Party," Said The Bursar To A Chair, "i Wish I Was Here.

My Idea Of A Good Novel Was One You Made Enough Money Out Of To Buy A Greenhouse.