One Place Is Very Like Another.

The Whole Thing Was Like A Nine-month Ocean Voyage To Which You Never Got Acclimatized.

That Is What I Mean. A Bath! The Receptacle Of Porcelain, One Turns The Taps And Fills It, One Gets In, One Gets Out And Ghoosh - Ghoosh - Ghoosh, The Water Goes Down The Waste Pipe!" "m. Poirot Are You Quite Mad?" "no, I Am Extremely Sane.

To Win A War Is As Disasterous As To Lose One.

The Truth Often Does Sound Unconvincing.

Everything Has Got Its Right Size. When It Is Its Right Size And Well Run It's The Tops.