No Sensible Author Wants Anything But Praise.

If One Is To Be Called A Liar, One May As Well Make An Effort To Deserve The Name.

I Suppose That By This Time They Had Finished Their Dressing. Roger Scurvilegs Tells Us Nothing On Such Important Matters; No Doubt From Modesty. "next Morning They Rose," He Says, And Disappoints Us Of A Picture Of Udo Brushing His Hair.

Hallo, Rabbit,” He Said, “is That You?” "let’s Pretend It Isn’t,” Said Rabbit, “and See What Happens.

Christopher Robin ... Just Said It Had An "x."' 'it Isn't Their Necks I Mind,' Said Piglet Earnestly. 'it's Their Teeth.

You Will Be Better Advised To Watch What We Do Instead Of What We Say.