In The Chain Of My Life, There

Music Is The Most Absorbing Of All The Arts. It Absorbs The Mind Of The Artist, Whether Creator Or Executant, To The Exclusion Of Every Other Consideration Outside His Own Immediate Necessities Or Desires.

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.

I Have So Often Been Asked The Question: "but How Did You Come To Think Of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And My Answer Has Always Been: "it Was God's Will That I Should." And To You Moderns, Who Perhaps Do Not Believe As I Do, I Will Say, "in The Chain Of My Life, There Were So Many Links, All Of Which Tended Towards Bringing Me To The Fulfillment Of My Destiny."

Look At This Limp Cravet. And The Sad State Of Those Cuffs. I Can Hardly Bring Myself To Look Upon Them.

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine