The Time-honored Bread-sauce Of The Happy Ending.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

Of Course You're Always At Liberty To Judge The Critic. Judge People As Critics, However, And You'll Condemn Them All!

To Kill A Human Being Is, After All, The Least Injury You Can Do Him.

The Fatal Futility Of Fact.

I Have Performed The Necessary Butchery. Here Is The Bleeding Corpse.