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There Is, On The Whole, Nothing On Earth Intended For Innocent People So Horrible As A School. To Begin With, It Is A Prison. But In Some Respects More Cruel Than A Prison. In A Prison, For Instance, You Are Not Forced To Read Books Written By The Warders And The Governor. . . .in The Prison You Are Not Forced To Sit Listening To Turnkeys Discoursing Without Charm Or Interest On Subjects That They Don't Understand And Don't Care About, And Therefore Incapable Of Making You Understand Or Care About. In A Prison They May Torture Your Body; But They Do Not Torture Your Brains.

Idiots Are Always In Favour Of Inequality Of Income (their Only Chance Of Eminence), And The Really Great In Favour Of Equality.

You Are My Inspiration And My Folly. You Are My Light Across The Sea, My Million Nameless Joys, And My Day's Wage. You Are My Divinity, My Madness, My Selfishness, My Transfiguration And Purification. You Are My Rapscallionly Fellow Vagabond, My Tempter And Star. I Want You.

Stimulate The Phagocytes.

The Poor Silly-clever Irishman Takes Off His Hat To God's Englishman.