I Will Not Write A Lame Follow-up.

Imagine How Different A World Might Be If More Leaders Took Time To Ponder The Finality Of Death Before Racing Off To War.

The Woman Dashed Up The Staircase Toward The Library's Main Doors. Arriving At The Top Of The Stairs, She Grabbed The Handle And Tried Desperately To Open Each Of The Three Giant Doors. The Library's Closed, Lady. But The Woman Didn't Seem To Care. She Seized One Of The Heavy Ring-shaped Handles, Heaved It Backward, And Let It Fall With A Loud Crash Against The Door. Then She Did It Again. And Again. And Again. Wow, The Homeless Man Thought, She Must Really Need A Book.

My Lawyers Will Fricassee Your Testicles For Breakfast. And If You Dare Board My Plane Without A Warrant, Your Spleen Will Follow.

In Which Year Did A Harvard Sculler Last Outrow An Oxford Man At Henley?" Langdon Had No Idea, But He Could Imagine Only One Reason The Question Had Been Asked. "surely Such A Travesty Has Never Occurred.

Books Make Great Gifts Because They Can Unveil Hidden Secrets.