And If You Cast Down An Idol,

There Are Questions That You Don't Ask Because You're Afraid Of The Answers To Them.

Vous Eprouves Trop D'emotion, Hastings, It Affects Your Hands And Your Wits. Is That A Way To Fold A Coat? And Regard What You Have Done To My Pyjamas. If The Hairwash Breaks What Will Befall Them?' 'good Heavens, Poirot,' I Cried, 'this Is A Matter Of Life And Death. What Does It Matter What Happens To Our Clothes?' 'you Have No Sense Of Proportion Hastings. We Cannot Catch A Train Earlier Than The Time That It Leaves, And To Ruin One's Clothes Will Not Be The Least Helpful In Preventing A Murder.

You'll Be Glad Too, When The End Comes.

The First Time You Do A Thing Is Always Exciting.

Prisoners At The Bar, Have You Anything To Say In Your Defence?