The higher the building the lower the morals.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun.
He's completely unspoiled by failure.
At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.
Dear 338171 (May I call you 338?)
I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.