I Ought To Tell You That I'm

Innocent And Infinite Are The Pleasures Of Observation.

She Feels In Italics And Thinks In Capitals.

Which Of You With Taking Thought Can Add To His Stature One Cubit?

Of Course You're Always At Liberty To Judge The Critic. Judge People As Critics, However, And You'll Condemn Them All!

The Story Had Held Us, Round The Fire, Sufficiently Breathless, But Except The Obvious Remark That It Was Gruesome, As, On Christmas Eve In An Old House, A Strange Tale Should Essentially Be . . .