Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

The storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.

It was loud in spots and less loud in other spots, and it had that quality which I have noticed in all violin solos of seeming to last much longer than it actually did.

It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.

I expect I shall feel better after tea.

Alcohol is a misunderstood vitamin.

One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.