With A Smile We Should Instruct Our

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

That Must Be Fine, For I Don't Understand A Word.

Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It Over Kings, And With High Hands Makes Them Obey Its Laws.

Human Weakness Is To Desire To Know What One Does Not Want To Know.