Prayers Were Held In Assembly Hall. We

If The Good Lord Intended For Us To Walk, He Wouldn't Have Invented Rollar Skates.

I Was Already Beginning To Realize That The Only Way To Conduct Oneself In A Situation Where Bombs Rained Down And Bullets Whizzed Past, Was To Accept The Dangers And All The Consequences As Calmly As Possible. Fretting And Sweating About It All Was Not Going To Help.

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It.

Two Rights Don't Equal A Left.

The Walls Were Wet And Sticky, And Peach Juice Was Dripping From The Ceiling. James Opened His Mouth And Caught Some Of It On His Tongue. It Tasted Delicious.