I Have The Death Sentence In Seven

Acceptable Rules Of Conduct Were Suspended When It Came To The Spoon Shortage. The Deficit Had Gotten So Bad That Prices Were All But Unaffordable, And Dynastic Spoon Succession Had Become A Matter Of Considerable Interest. Spoons Were Even Postcode Engraved And Carried On One's Person To Eliminate Theft, And Good Table Manners, One Of The Eight Pillars Upon Which The Collective Was Built, Had Been Relaxed To Allow Tea To Be Stirred - Shockingly - With The Handle Of A Fork.

A Good Butler Should Save His Employer's Life At Least Once A Day.

Writing Needs To Be Practiced; There Is A Limit To How Much Can Be Gleaned From A Teacher Or A Manual. The True Essence Of Writing Is Out There, In The World, And Inside, Within Yourself. To Write, You Have To Give.

There Are A Lot Of Idiots In This Country, And They Deserve Representation As Much As The Next Man.

We're In A Psuedoscientific Technobabble.