This, Said Damerel Wrathfully, Is The Second

I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense.... But It's Unquestionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter Or Recovering From Flu.

God Knows I'm No Saint, But I Don't Think I'm More Of A Sinner Than Any Other Man.

Is It Not Insupportable To Be Held Down To A Canter When You Long To Gallop For Miles?

Remind Me One Day To Teach You How To Achieve A Sneer, Hugh. Yours Is Too Pronounced, And Thus But A Grimace. It Should Be But A Faint Curl Of The Lips.

I Am Relieved. May I Now Have The Truth?