A Heart's A Heavy Burden.

Oh! Polly Thought. Why Aren't All Girls Locked Up By Law The Year They Turn Fifteen? They Do Such Stupid Things!

It Does Seem That A Fantasy, Working Out In Its Own Terms, Stretching You Beyond The Normal Concerns Of Your Own Life, Gains You A Peculiar Charge Of Energy Which Inexplicably Enriches You. At Least, This Is My Ideal Of A Fantasy, And I Am Always Trying To Write It.

But I Discovered That People Like Me -- They Do, You Know, If You Like Them -- And Then It Was All Right.

Goats," Said Maxwell Hyde, "are A Special Case. Mad As Hatters, All Of Them.

Pray Use Both Cats As Sponges If It Pleases You, Infatuated Infantryman.