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"you See," Said Mr. Toots, "what I Wanted In A Wife Was - In Short, Was Sense. Money, Feeder, I Had. Sense I - I Had Not, Particularly."

We Need Never Be Ashamed Of Our Tears.

A Smattering Of Everything, And A Knowledge Of Nothing.

Such Is Hope, Heaven's Own Gift To Struggling Mortals, Pervading, Like Some Subtle Essence From The Skies, All Things Both Good And Bad.

It's In Vain To Recall The Past, Unless It Works Some Influence Upon The Present.