The School Even Had A Latin Motto:

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

What Happened?" He Demanded. "i Heard An Explosion!" "yeah.that Was Me. I Set The Boat Alight." "what?" "i Set Fire To The Boat." "but We're On The Boat!" "i Know.

Alternatively You Can Twist The Cylinder Round Twice Clockwise; That Turns It Into A Hand Grenade. Five-second Fuse. I Tested It On One Of My Assistants. Poor Old Bennett... He Should Be Out Of Hospital In A Couple Of Months.

She Tried To Smile Sympathetically, But With Her Face It Wasn't Quite Possible.

But Then, He Thought, Most Politicians Are Small And Shabby, The Sort Of People Who Have Been Bullied At School. That's Why They Become Politicians.