Now there is a society where the funeral industry got completely out of control.

Now there is a society where the funeral industry got completely out of control.

Growing up in the English countryside seemed an interminable process. Freezing winter gave way to frosty spring, which in turn merged into chilly summer-but nothing ever, ever happened.

I have nothing against undertakers personally. It's just that I wouldn't want one to bury my sister.

[On the United States:] A nation which does not appreciate that the simple elocution exercise 'Merry Mary married hairy Harry' contains not one but three vowel sounds.

Picking other people's brains is an art worth cultivating.

Objectivity? I always have an objective.