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‎and When This Intoxication Has Worn Away... When Every Desire Is Fulfilled And Every Language Learned- When There Are No More Distant Cities To Explore; No Classics To Be Studied; Not Another Coin To Be Stuffed In To One's Coffers- What Then? One Can Have All The Comforts Of The World, But What Use Are They If There Is No Comfort In Them?

The More Precious His Gift, The More Anxious God For Its Return.

On The Contrary, There Is Something Pleasing About His Mouth When He Speaks. And There Is Something Of Dignity In The Way His Trousers Cling To Those Most English Parts Of Him.

Thank You, Sir, But I Am Perfectly Content Being The Bride Of Death.

The Bottom Half Of The Page Had Descended Into A Doodle Of A Tiny Man Giving The Middle Finger To A Giant, Angry Eagle With Razor-sharp Talons. Beneath It, The Caption: To Mock A Killing Bird.