What is war?’ I asked.Oh, it’s a messy, stupid business,’ he said, ‘Two sides wave flags and beat drums and shoot one another dead. It always begins this way, making speeches, talking about rights, and...

You stupid piece of warm bacon.

Then Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt the wind; and he started muttering to himself,”Tar; Spanish onions; kerosene oil; wet raincoats; crushed laurel-leaves; rubber burning; lace-curtains being washed–No, my mistake,...

I don’t believe in a lot of baggage. It’s such a nuisance. Life’s too short to fuss with it. And it isn’t really necessary