Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.

... I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.- Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.- Wine of the country, says he.- What's yours? says Joe.- Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.- Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says he.

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.