"I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning." -- James Joyce
Cross Pond Banter
Me, to my friend Howie in London: "I'm sending over soap, so the English goalies can wash the grease off of their hands."
Howie, back to me: "At least that was one disastrous spill by a Brit that the Yanks don't mind."