I can imagine few things more trying to the patience than the long wasted days of waiting.

Every day some new fact comes to light - some new obstacle which threatens the gravest obstruction. I suppose this is the reason which makes the game so well worth playing.

The dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.

We are showing that Englishmen can still die with a bold spirit, fighting it out to the end.

Hunger and fear are the only realities in dog life: an empty stomach makes a fierce dog.

We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker of course and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more. For God's sake, look after our people.