Pooh Looked At His Two Paws. He

His Dress Told Her Nothing, But His Face Told Her Things Which She Was Glad To Know.

But It Isn't Easy,' Said Pooh. 'because Poetry And Hums Aren't Things Which You Get, They're Things Which Get You. And All You Can Do Is To Go Where They Can Find You.

Well," Said Pooh, "what I Like Best," And Then He Had To Stop And Think. Because Although Eating Honey Was A Very Good Thing To Do, There Was A Moment Just Before You Began To Eat It Which Was Better Than When You Were, But He Didn't Know What It Was Called.

I Suppose This Is The Reason Why Diaries Are So Rarely Kept Nowadays- That Nothing Ever Happens To Anybody.

If The English Language Had Been Properly Organized ... Then There Would Be A Word Which Meant Both 'he' And 'she', And I Could Write, 'if John Or Mary Comes Heesh Will Want To Play Tennis', Which Would Save A Lot Of Trouble.