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... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.

It Is Wiser To Be Conventionally Immoral Than Unconventionally Moral. It Isn't The Immorality They Object To, But The Originality.

If Broken Hearts Could Kill, The Earth Would Be As Dead As The Moon.

Cruelty, I Truly Believe, Is The One And Only Sin.

... To Be "literary" Appeared To My Deluded Innocence As An Unending Romance.