I have been too nice. The coaxing minx, she loves me, cannot hide it, Has but half heart to try. Coy as she is, Her looks are kisses and her voice bedears me, Though she but say Good day, sir.

The locality Strangway and his companions were now in was not unfamiliar to at least two of them, and as they knew it there was little difficulty in treading through the numerous salt lakes and lakelets which dotted the landscape.

The Yanks were the dominant team throughout, outhitting, outfielding, outpitching and outmaneuvering the Dodgers. Brooklyn was not outgamed but the Dodgers, to use Lippy Leo Durocher’s favorite expression, went out to try to catch lightning in a bottle.

It is no answer to say that my programme in art and letters has gradually been forced through, has, to some extent, grabbed its place in the sun. For one thing, I don't care about minority culture. I have never cared a damn about snobbisms or for writing ultimately for the few.