To Tell The Truth, The Chariot Was

Well - When I Write My Book, And Tell The Tale Of My Adventures - All These Little Stars That Shake Out Of My Cloak - I Must Save Those To Use For Asterisks.

I Planted My Self In The Middle Of A Great Many Glasses Full Of Dew, Tied Fast About Me, Upon Which The Sun So Violently Darted His Rays, That The Heat, Which Attracted Them, As It Does The Thickest Clouds, Carried Me Up So High, That At Length I Found My Self Above The Middle Region Of The Air.

To Tell The Truth, The Chariot Was An Astonishing Sight To Behold, Because I Had Polished The Steel Of My Flying House So Carefully That It Reflected The Sunlight On All Sides. It Was So Bright And Dazzling That I Thought, Myself, That I Had Been Carried Away In A Chariot Of Fire.

We Have Observed For Thirty Centuries That A Large Nose Is A Sign On The Door Of Our Face That Says 'herein Dwells A Man Who Is Intelligent, Prudent, Courteous, Affable, Noble-minded And Generous'. A Small Nose Is A Cork On The Bottle Of The Opposite Vices.

'and For My Part, Gentlemen,' Said I, 'that I May Put In For A Share, And Guess With The Rest; Not To Amuse Myself With Those Curious Notions Wherewith You Tickle And Spur On Slow-paced Time; I Believe, That The Moon Is A World Like Ours, To Which This Of Ours Serves Likewise For A Moon.'