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If England Was What England Seems, An Not The England Of Our Dreams, But Only Putty, Brass, An' Paint, 'ow Quick We'd Chuck 'er! But She Ain't!

You Sometimes See A Woman Who Would Have Made A Joan Of Arc In Another Century And Climate, Threshing Herself To Pieces Over All The Mean Worry Of Housekeeping.

The Cat Will Keep His Side Of The Bargain. He Will Kill Mice, And He Will Be Kind To Babies When He Is In The House, Just So Long As They Do Not Pull His Tail Too Hard. But When He Has Done That, And Between Times, And When The Moon Gets Up And Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself, And All Places Are Alike To Him. Then He Goes Out To The Wet Wild Woods Or Up On The Wet Wild Trees Or On The Wet Wild Roofs, Waving His Wild Tail And Walking By His Wild Lone.

Let Each Man Be Judged By His Deeds, I Have Paid My Price To Live With Myself On The Terms That I Willed.

One Can't Prescribe Books, Even The Best Books, To People Unless One Knows A Good Deal About Each Individual Person.