There Was A Little Man,

Damn The Age. I'll Write For Antiquity.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.

I Hate The Man Who Eats Without Knowing What He’s Eating. I Doubt His Taste In More Important Things.

I Mean Your Borrowers Of Books - Those Mutilators Of Collections, Spoilers Of The Symmetry Of Shelves, And Creators Of Odd Volumes.

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.