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The Optimism Of A Healthy Mind Is Indefatigable.

Infatuation Is One Of Those Slightly Comic Illnesses Which Are At Once So Undignified And So Painful That A Nice-minded World Does Its Best To Ignore Their Existence Altogether, Referring To Them Only Under Provocation And Then With Apology, But, Like Its More Material Brother, This Boil On The Neck Of The Spirit Can Hardly Be Forgotten Either By The Sufferer Or Anyone Else In His Vicinity. The Malady Is Ludicrous, Sad, Excruciating And, Above All, Instantly Diagnosable.

The Process Of Elimination, Combined With A Modicum Of Common Sense, Will Always Assist Us To Arrive At The Correct Conclusion With The Maximum Of Possible Accuracy And The Minimum Of Hard Labor. Which Being Translated Means: I Guessed It.

I Am One Of Those People Who Are Blessed, Or Cursed, With A Nature Which Has To Interfere. If I See A Thing That Needs Doing I Do It

When One Kicks Over A Tea Table And Smashes Everything But The Sugar Bowl, One May As Well Pick That Up And Drop It On The Bricks, Don't You Think?