What Do You Know Of My Heart?

How Wonderful, How Very Wonderful The Operations Of Time, And The Changes Of The Human Mind!

Lovely & Too Charming Fair One, Notwithstanding Your Forbidding Squint, Your Greazy Tresses & Your Swelling Back, Which Are More Frightful Than Imagination Can Paint Or Pen Describe, I Cannot Refrain From Expressing My Raptures, At The Engaging Qualities Of Your Mind, Which So Amply Atone For The Horror, With Which Your First Appearance Must Ever Inspire The Unwary Visitor.

By The Bye, As I Must Leave Off Being Young, I Find Many Douceurs In Being A Sort Of Chaperon , For I Am Put On The Sofa Near The Fire And Can Drink As Much Wine As I Like.

I Am No Indiscriminate Novel Reader. The Mere Trash Of The Common Circulating Library I Hold In The Highest Contempt.

Seldom, Very Seldom, Does Complete Truth Belong To Any Human Disclosure; Seldom Can It Happen That Something Is Not A Little Disguised, Or A Little Mistaken.