Life And Death Do Not Wait For

I Suppose Sooner Or Later In The Life Of Everyone Comes A Moment Of Trial. We All Of Us Have Our Particular Devil Who Rides Us And Torments Us, And We Must Give Battle In The End.

Those Dripping Crumpets, I Can See Them Now. Tiny Crisp Wedges Of Toast, And Piping-hot, Flaky Scones. Sandwiches Of Unknown Nature, Mysteriously Flavoured And Quite Delectable, And That Very Special Gingerbread. Angel Cake, That Melted In The Mouth, And His Rather Stodgier Companion, Bursting With Peel And Raisins. There Was Enough Food There To Keep A Starving Family For A Week.

No, Mary Had No Illusions About Romance. Falling In Love Was A Pretty Name For It, That Was All.

I Believe There Is A Theory That Men And Women Emerge Finer And Stronger After Suffering, An That To Advance In This Or Any World We Must Endure Ordeal By Fire." (from Rebecca)

Life Was A Series Of Greetings And Farewells, One Was Always Saying Good-bye To Something, To Someone.