Surfing is like that. You are either vigorously cursing or else you are idiotically pleased with yourself.
Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a billingsgate fishwoman blush!
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.
The past is the father of the present.
No innocent person ever has an alibi.
These little grey cells. It is up to them.