Great Sorrow Or Great Joy Should Bring

It’s Every Man’s Business To See Justice Done.

No Violence, Gentlemen — No Violence, I Beg Of You! Consider The Furniture!

The Sky Was Of The Deepest Blue, With A Few White, Fleecy Clouds Drifting Lazily Across It, And The Air Was Filled With The Low Drone Of Insects Or With A Sudden Sharper Note As Bee Or Bluefly Shot Past With Its Quivering, Long-drawn Hum, Like An Insect Tuning-fork.

London, That Great Cesspool Into Which All The Loungers And Idlers Of The Empire Are Irresistibly Drained.

It Is Not My Intention To Be Fulsome, But I Confess That I Covet Your Skull.