What doth it profit a man to gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his immortal soul? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing in this wretched world that can make up for such a loss. To those peoples in the huts and villages across the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required - not because the Communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. An ear-splitting whistle was heard from upstairs and his mother thrust a damp overall into his hands, saying: --Dry yourself and hurry out for the love of goodness. The episode ended well, for both Heron and Wallis laughed indulgently at the irreverence.