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A Slavish Concern For The Composition Of Words Is The Sign Of A Bankrupt Intellect. Be Gone, Odious Wasp! You Smell Of Decayed Syllables.

No One Paid Any Attention To How Things Looked, And As They Moved Faster And Faster Everything Grew Uglier And Dirtier, And As Everything Grew Uglier And Dirtier They Moved Faster And Faster, And At Last A Very Strange Thing Began To Happen. Because Nobody Cared, The City Slowly Began To Disappear. Day By Day The Buildings Grew Fainter And Fainter, And The Streets Faded Away, Until At Last It Was Entirely Invisible. There Was Nothing To See At All.

What You Learn Today, For No Reason At All, Will Help You Discover All The Wonderful Secrets Of Tomorrow.

I Know One Thing For Certain; It Is Much Harder To Tell Whether You Are Lost Than Whether You Were Lost, For, On Many Occasions, Where You Are Going Is Exactly Where You Are. On The Other Hand, If You Often Find That Where You've Been Is Not At All Where You Should Have Gone, And, Since It's Much More Difficult To Find Your Way Back From Someplace You've Never Left, I Suggest You Go There Immediately And Then Decide.

But I Could Never Have Done It," He Objected, "without Everyone Else's Help." "that May Be True," Said Reason Gravely,"but You Had The Courage To Try; And What You Can Do Is Often Simply A Matter Of What You Will Do.