To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

As For Consulting A Dentist Regularly, My Punctuality Practically Amounted To A Fetish. Every Twelve Years I Would Drop Whatever I Was Doing And Allow Wild Caucasian Ponies To Drag Me To A Reputable Orthodontist.

There Is Something About A Home Aquarium Which Sets My Teeth On Edge The Moment I See It. Why Anyone Would Want To Live With A Small Container Of Stagnant Water Populated By A Half-dead Guppy Is Beyond Me.

Only The Scenario Writers Are Exempt. These Are Tied Between The Tails Of Two Spirited Caucasian Ponies, Which Are Then Driven Off In Opposite Directions. This Custom Is Called A Conference.

I Cannot Recall A More Engaging Passage In Fiction, And I've Been Trying For Almost Eighteen Seconds.

Nature, It Appears, Has Been Rather More Bountiful To Paul's Body And Purse Than To His Intellect; Above The Ears, Speaking Bluntly, The Boy Is Strictly Tapioca.