I Said I 'liked' Being Half-educated; You

I Do Wish You Wouldn't Argue With Me When I'm Knitting.

Remember That The Animals And Plants Have No M.p. They Can Write To; They Can't Perform Sit-down Strikes Or, Indeed, Strikes Of Any Sort; They Have Nobody To Speak For Them Except Us, The Human Beings Who Share The World With Them But Do Not Own It.

Why Keep In Touch With Them? That's What I Want To Know,' Asked Larry Despairingly. 'what Satisfaction Does It Give You? They're All Either Fossilized Or Mental.' 'indeed, They're Not Mental,' Said Mother Indignantly. 'nonsense, Mother... Look At Aunt Bertha, Keeping Flocks Of Imaginary Cats... And There's Great-uncle Patrick, Who Wanders About Nude And Tells Complete Strangers How He Killed Whales With A Penknife...they're All Bats.

As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among The Trees And Heard The Beat Of The Drum Merge And Tremble With The Voices, Forming An Intricate Pattern Of Sound, I Knew That Someday I Would Have To Return Or Be Haunted Forever By The Beauty And Mystery That Is Africa.

What Fools We Are, Eh? What Fools, Sitting Here In The Sun, Singing. And Of Love, Too! I Am Too Old For It And You Are Too Young, And Yet We Waste Our Time Singing About It. Ah, Well, Let's Have A Glass Of Wine, Eh?