And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie I love this: - p. 44 -

Ten little soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were Nine.

Nine little soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were Eight.

Eight little soldier boys travelling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were Seven.

Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.

Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five.

Five little soldier boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were Four.

Four little soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.

Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.

Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there were One.

One little soldier boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were None.


p. - 46 -

There was something magical about an island - the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world - an island was a world on his own. A world, perhaps, from which you never return.

p. - 97 -

Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any farther ... you've come to the end of things.