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To Vilify A Great Man Is The Readiest Way In Which A Little Man Can Himself Attain Greatness.

From A Proud Tower In The Town, Death Looks Gigantically Down.

Convinced Myself, I Seek Not To Convince.

I Never Can Hear A Crowd Of People Singing And Gesticulating, All Together, At An Italian Opera, Without Fancying Myself At Athens, Listening To That Particular Tragedy, By Sophocles, In Which He Introduces A Full Chorus Of Turkeys, Who Set About Bewailing The Death Of Meleager.

The Goodness Of Your True Pun Is In The Direct Ratio Of Its Intolerability.