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It Is So Comic To Hear Oneself Called Old, Even At Ninety I Suppose!

Though I Have No Productive Worth, I Have A Certain Value As An Indestructible Quantity.

What Sense Of Superiority It Gives One To Escape Reading Some Book Which Every One Else Is Reading.

It Is An Immense Loss To Have All Robust And Sustaining Expletives Refined Away From One! At. Moments Of Trial Refinement Is A Feeble Reed To Lean Upon.

Who Would Ever Give Up The Reality Of Dreams For Relative Knowledge?