Mysteries Force A Man To Think, And

But In The Expression Of The Countenance, Which Was Beaming All Over With Smiles, There Still Lurked (incomprehensible Anomalyl) That Fitful Strain Of Melancholy Which Will Ever Be Found Inseparable From The Perfection Of The Beautiful.

From A Proud Tower In The Town, Death Looks Gigantically Down.

And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

Always Keep A Big Bottle Of Booze At Your Side. If A Bird Starts Talking Nonsense To You In The Middle Of The Night Pour Yourself A Stiff Drink.

Yes," I Said, "for The Love Of God!