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It Is A Pity That My Collection Of Trophies Contains Not A Single Russian.

Fight On And Fly On To The Last Drop Of Blood And The Last Drop Of Fuel, To The Last Beat Of The Heart.

Sometimes, However, The Gaelic Blood Asserts Itself. The Frenchmen Will Then Attack. But The French Attacking Spirit Is Like Bottled Lemonade. It Lacks Tenacity. The Englishmen, On The Other Hand, One Notices That They Are Of Germanic Blood. Sportsmen Easily Take To Flying, And Englishmen See In Flying Nothing But A Sport.

The Quality Of The Box Matters Little. Success Depends Upon The Man Who Sits In It.

English Had Hit Upon A Splendid Joke. The Intended To Catch Me Or To Bring Me Down.