Work, Finish, Publish.

I Have Long Held An Opinion, Almost Amounting To Conviction, In Common I Believe With Many Other Lovers Of Natural Knowledge, That The Various Forms Under Which The Forces Of Matter Are Made Manifest Have One Common Origin; Or, In Other Words, Are So Directly Related And Mutually Dependent, That They Are Convertible, As It Were, One Into Another, And Possess Equivalents Of Power In Their Action.

Why, Sir, There Is Every Probability That You Will Soon Be Able To Tax It! Said To William Gladstone, The Chancellor Of The Exchequer, When He Asked About The Practical Worth Of Electricity.

Whereas, According To The Declaration Of That True Man Of The World Talleyrand, The Use Of Language Is To Conceal The Thoughts; This Is To Declare In The Present Instance, When I Say I Am Not Able To Bear Much Talking, It Means Really, And Without Any Mistake, Or Equivocation, Or Oblique Meaning, Or Implication, Or Subterfuge, Or Omission, That I Am Not Able; Being At Present Rather Weak In The Head, And Able To Work No More.

As When On Some Secluded Branch In Forest Far And Wide Sits Perched An Owl, Who, Full Of Self-conceit And Self-created Wisdom, Explains, Comments, Condemns, Ordains And Order Things Not Understood, Yet Full Of Importance Still Holds Forth To Stocks And Stones Around - So Sits And Scribbles Mike.

I Could Trust A Fact And Always Cross-question An Assertion.