Journey of The Magi, by T.S. Eliot

‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’

Who The Devil Made It by Peter Bogdanovich

‘I remember meeting Reagan at a Hollywood party in the seventies (after had been governor, before he became president); when I mentioned knowing Allan Dwan, Reagan’s face transformed completely: from pleasantly bored to excited, compelled: ‘How is Alan? Give him my best, will you? I remember him very fondly.’ By now Reagan’s eyes had glazed…