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He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.

The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit As If It Reeked Like A Goat.

It Was A Little Skirmish Across A Century.

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?

Good Doctors Get A Mechanic's Pleasure In Making You Tick Over.