But She's A Nut, And Nuts Win.

The Terms Which, In His Inmost Heart, Each Man Knows. As I Know Mine. As All Know. For That Is The Truth Of It — That We All Know, God, That We Know, That We Know, We Know, We Know.

It Seems, After All That There Are No Nonpeculiar People.

One Way Or Another The No Doubt Mad Idea Entered My Mind That My Own Actions Had Historic Importance And This Fantasy (?) Made It Appear That People Who Harmed Me Were Interfering With An Important Experiment.

I Don't Know Exactly How It's Done. I Let It Alone A Good Deal.

I Think That Art Has Something To Do With An Arrest Of Attention In The Midst Of Distraction.