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People Seem To Think There Is Something Inherently Noble And Virtuous In The Desire To Go For A Walk.

Admiration Involves A Glorious Obliquity Of Vision.

Incongruity Is The Mainspring Of Laughter.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.