A Malefactor Who Atones For Making Your

Good-bye -- If You Hear Of My Being Stood Up Against A Stone Wall And Shot To Rags Please Know That I Think That A Pretty Good Way To Depart This Life. It Beats Old Age, Disease Or Falling Down The Cellar Stairs.

Birth: The First And Direst Of All Disasters.

Imagination, N. A Warehouse Of Facts, With Poet And Liar In Joint Ownership.

Applause, N. The Echo Of A Platitude.

Respectability, N. The Offspring Of A Liaison Between A Bald Head And A Bank Account.