I Feel Rather Like A Rabbit That

The Bottom Half Of The Page Had Descended Into A Doodle Of A Tiny Man Giving The Middle Finger To A Giant, Angry Eagle With Razor-sharp Talons. Beneath It, The Caption: To Mock A Killing Bird.

America Is Thataway, Mr. Lincoln," Laughed Davis, Pointing North. "you're In Mississippi Now.

‎and When This Intoxication Has Worn Away... When Every Desire Is Fulfilled And Every Language Learned- When There Are No More Distant Cities To Explore; No Classics To Be Studied; Not Another Coin To Be Stuffed In To One's Coffers- What Then? One Can Have All The Comforts Of The World, But What Use Are They If There Is No Comfort In Them?

This Is A Most Unfortunate Affair, And Will Probably Be Much Talked Of. But We Must Stem The Tide Of Idle Chatter, And Pour Into Our Wounded Bosoms The Soothing Balm Of Vengeance.

The More Precious His Gift, The More Anxious God For Its Return.