It Was The Same With The Whole

You Only Live Twice. Once When You Are Born And Once When You Look Death In The Face.

Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared Bond Saw Luck As A Woman, To Be Softly Wooed Or Brutally Ravaged, Never Pandered To Or Pursued. But He Was Honest Enough To Admit That He Had Never Yet Been Made To Suffer By Cards Or By Women. One Day, And He Accepted The Fact He Would Be Brought To His Knees By Love Or By Luck.

And Then One Day When You're Playing Your Little Game You'll Suddenly Find Yourself Pinned Down Like A Butterfly.

As A Result Of 50 Years Of Emancipation, Feminine Qualities Were Dying Out Or Being Transferred To The Males. Pansies Of Both Sexes Were Everywhere, Not Yet Completely Homosexual, But Confused Not Knowing What They Were. The Result Was A Herd Of Unhappy Sexual Misfits... The Women Wanting To Dominate And The Men To Be Nannied.

I Always Make It A Rule Never To Look Back. Otherwise, I'd Ask Myself How I Could Write Such Piffle And Live With Myself, Day After Day.