Alex Like Groweth Up, Oh Yes.

He Said It Was Artificial Respiration, But Now I Find I Am To Have His Child.

What's It Going To Be Then, Eh?

I Conclude That There Is As Much Sense In Nonsense As There Is Nonsense In Sense.

It Was Like A Bird Of Rarest-spun Heaven Metal Or Like Silvery Wine Flowing In A Spaceship, Gravity All Nonsense Now.

If You Expect The Worst From A Person, You Can't Ever Be Disappointed... The Pessimist Takes A Sort Of Gloomy Pleasure In Observing The Depths To Which Human Behaviour Can Sink. The More Sin He Sees, The More His Belief In Original Sin Is Confirmed. Everyone Likes To Have His Deepest Convictions Confirmed; That Is One Of The Most Abiding Of Human Satisfaction.