Chicken fizz! O Lord, protect all of us who toil in the vineyards of experimental chemistry!
ALAN BRADLEYAlthough it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.
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If poisons were ponies, I’d put my money on cyanide.
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I always woke up before the plane landed.
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Not very good with death? Father was a military man, and military men lived with death; lived for death; lived on death. To a professional soldier, oddly enough, death was life.
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Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.
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I had thought for years, probably 30 or 40 years, that it would be a lot of fun to try my hand at a classic English mystery novel.
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What intrigued me more than anything else was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation.
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I grew up in a very British family who had been transplanted to Canada, and my grandmother’s house was filled with English books.
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Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.
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If you remember nothing else, remember this: Inspiration from outside one’s self is like the heat in an oven.
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Whenever I’m with other people, part of me shrinks a little. Only when I am alone can I fully enjoy my own company.
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I was an early reader, and my grandmother, who as a child had been forbidden to read by a father who believed books.
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I had long ago discovered that when a word or formula refused to come to mind the best thing for it was to think of something else: tigers for instance or oatmeal.
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One of the marks of a truly great mind, I had discovered, is the ability to feign stupidity on demand.
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Whenever I’m out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think.
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My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon.
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