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Ramses Had Always Been Fond Of Helen, In His Peculiar Fashion, But If He Had Looked At Me As He Was Looking At Her, I Would Have Sent For A Constable.

Writing Is Like A Bird-watcher Watching For Birds: The Stories Are There: You Just Have To Train Yourself To Look For Them.

A Fondness For Martyrdom, Especially Of The Verbal Variety, Is Common To The Young.

Cats Always Made Up To The People Who Hated Them The Most. Depending On How You Chose To Look At It, It Was A Touching Manifestation Of Trust, Or A Malicious Pleasure In Human Discomfort.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.