Worry Lives A Long Way From Rational

I Would Have Sold My Wife And Children Into Slavery For A Ride Into Space.

You Do Not Question An Author Who Appears On The Title Page As "t.v.n. Persaud, M.d., Ph.d., D.sc., F.r.c.path. (lond.), F.f.path. (r.c.p.i.), F.a.c.o.g.

It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.

The Paper Does Not Provide The Exact Number Of Penises Eaten By Ducks, But The Author Says There Have Been Enough Over The Years To Prompt The Coining Of A Popular Saying: 'i Better Get Home Or The Ducks Will Have Something To Eat.

There Are People Who Would Love To Spend Their Last Ten Years, Or Five Years, Or Whatever It Is, On The Surface Of Mars.