British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
There's no police like Holmes.
All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
Shut your eyes and see.
What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?