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The Lights Of Saxon England Were Going Out, And In The Gathering Darkness A Gentle, Grey-beard Prophet Foretold The End. When On His Death-bed Edward Spoke Of A Time Of Evil That Was Coming Upon The Land His Inspired Mutterings Struck Terror Into The Hearers.

To Be Really Happy And Really Safe, One Ought To Have At Least Two Or Three Hobbies, And They Must All Be Real.

With The End Of The Victorian Era, We Passed Into What I Feel I Must Call The Terrible 20th Century

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

In Finance Everything That Is Agreeable Is Unsound And Everything That Is Sound Is Disagreeable.