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Nothing In The Universe Can Travel At The Speed Of Light, They Say, Forgetful Of The Shadow's Speed.

Short Stories Amount For The Most Part To Parlour Tricks, Party Favours With Built-in Snappers, Gadgets For Including Recognition And Reversals

For A Jewish Puritan Of The Middle Class, The Novel Is Serious, The Novel Is Work, The Novel Is Conscientious Application Why, The Novel Is Practically The Retail Business All Over Again.

When Modern Writers Gave Up Telling Stories, They Gave Up The Greatest Thing We Had.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.