Oh, Wise Young Judge.

Truthfulness So Often Goes With Ruthlessness.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To Do A Series: Lives Of The Great Musicians, Reading Time 2 Minutes.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.