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It Seems To Me So Shocking To See The Precious Hours Of A Man's Life - The Priceless Moments That Will Never Come Back To Him Again - Being Wasted In A Mere Brutish Sleep.

The Odour Of Burgundy, And The Smell Of French Sauces, And The Sight Of Clean Napkins And Long Loaves, Knocked As A Very Welcome Visitor At The Door Of Our Inner Man.

He Is Very Imprudent, A Dog; He Never Makes It His Business To Inquire Whether You Are In The Right Or The Wrong, Never Asks Whether You Are Rich Or Poor, Silly Or Wise, Sinner Or Saint. You Are His Pal. That Is Enough For Him.

The Advantage Of Literature Over Life Is That Its Characters Are Clearly Defined, And Act Consistently.

Harris Said, However, That The River Would Suit Him To A "t." I Don't Know What A "t" Is (except A Sixpenny One, Which Includes Bread-and- Butter And Cake Ad Lib., And Is Cheap At The Price, If You Haven't Had Any Dinner). It Seems To Suit Everybody, However, Which Is Greatly To Its Credit.