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Nothing has done more for home cooking than
the taste of a vending-machine sandwich.

Robert MacNell: 
"From my mother came the idea that going down to the sea repaired the spirit. That is where she walked when she was sad or worried or lonely for my father. If she had been crying, she came back composed; if she had left angry with us, she returned in good humour. So we naturally believed that there was a cleansing effect to be had; that letting the fresh wind blow through your mind and spirits as well as your hair and clothing purged black thoughts; that contemplating the ceaseless motion of the waves calmed a raging spirit." - Wordstruck Viking

Shelby Steele on race relations: 
"We have all grown up on the same sitcorns, eaten the same fast food and laughed at the same jokes. We have lived under the same political system, read the same books and worked in the same marketplace. We have the same dreams and aspirations, as well as fears and doubts for ourselves and for our children. How, then, can our differences be so overwhelming?" 

RICHARD DIMBLEBY was a gifted BBC broadcaster, writer and reporter who did more homework than any of his contemporaries before an interview. Once, he was on the air at the Royal Needlework School in London, where the Queen Mother was to make an appearance. Dimbleby described the items on display, talked about the school's history, and then it came, time for the royal appearance.

But the Queen Mother didn't appear, so Dimbleby went around again, talking about needlework in China, Japan, Persia and Europe, describing different stitches as though he had spent his entire life with a needle in his hand.

The Queen Mother appeared, 25 minutes late. She explained that she'd been watching Dimbleby on television and had become so engrossed in what he was saying that she had forgotten the time. 

- John Chancellor & Walter Mears, The New News Business (HarperCollins)



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A nervous commuter on his dark, lonely way home from the railroad station heard footsteps behind him. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was being followed. He increased his speed. The footsteps quickened accordingly. The commuter darted down a lane. The footsteps still pursued him. In desperation he vaulted over a fence and, rushing into a churchyard, threw himself panting on one of the graves.
"If he follows me here," he thought fearfully, "there can be no doubt as to his intentions."
The man behind was following. He could hear him scrambling over the fence. Visions of highwaymen, maniacs, garroters and the like flashed through his brain. Quivering with fear, the nervous one arose and faced his pursuer.
"What do you want?" he demanded. "Wh-why are you following me?"
"Say," asked the stranger, mopping his brow, "do you always go home like this? I'm going up to Mr. Brown's and the man at the station told me to follow you, as you lived next door. Excuse my asking you, but is there much more to do before we get there?"

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