Utopia's Quite Another Land; In Her Enterprising

Bless Your Heart, They Don't Mind--they're Exceedingly Kind-- They Don't Blame You--as Long As You're Funny!

Merely Corroborative Detail, Intended To Give Artistic Verisimilitude To An Otherwise Bald And Unconvincing Narrative.

When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is Made Of Silver, Or Of Gold, You Long For Simple Pewter.

Society Has Quite Forsaken All Her Wicked Courses, Which Empties Our Police Courts, And Abolishes Divorces.

Bind Up Their Wounds - But Look The Other Way.