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Wimsey Stooped For An Empty Sardine-tin Which Lay, Horribly Battered, At His Feet, And Slung It Idly Into The Quag. It Struck The Surface With A Noice Like A Wet Kiss, And Vanished Instantly. With That Instinct Which Prompts One, When Depressed, To Wallow In Every Circumstance Of Gloom, Peter Leaned Sadly Against The Hurdles And Abandoned Himself To A Variety Of Shallow Considerations Upon (1) The Vanity Of Human Wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First Love; (4) The Decay Of Idealism; (5) The Aftermath Of The Great War; (6) Birth-control; And (7) The Fallacy Of Free-will.

Wherever You Find A Great Man, You Will Find A Great Mother Or A Great Wife Standing Behind Him -- Or So They Used To Say. It Would Be Interesting To Know How Many Great Women Have Had Great Fathers And Husbands Behind Them.

However Entrancing It Is To Wander Unchecked Through A Garden Of Bright Images, Are We Not Enticing Your Mind From Another Subject Of Almost Equal Importance?

It Was Left For The Present Age To Endow Covetousness With Glamour On A Big Scale, And To Give It A Title Which It Could Carry Like A Flag. It Occurred To Somebody To Call It Enterprise. From The Moment Of That Happy Inspiration, Covetousness Has Gone Forward And Never Looked Back.

No, No, There Must Be A Limit To The Baseness Even Of Publishers.