I Like Coffee Exceedingly.

My Opinion Of My Whole Experience Varies From Time To Time. In Broad Daylight, And At Most Seasons I Am Apt To Think The Greater Part Of It A Mere Dream; But Sometimes In The Autumn, About Two In The Morning When Winds And Animals Howl Dismally, There Comes From Inconceivable Depths Below A Damnable Suggestions Of Rhythmical Throbbing ... And I Feel That The Transition Of Juan Romero Was A Terrible One Indeed.

So Far As English Versification Is Concerned, Pope Was The World, And All The World Was Pope.

The World Is Indeed Comic, But The Joke Is On Mankind.

Any Magazine-cover Hack Can Splash Paint Around Wildly And Call It A Nightmare, Or A Witches Sabbath Or A Portrait Of The Devil; But Only A Great Painter Can Make Such A Thing Really Scare Or Ring True. That's Because Only A Real Artist Knows The Anatomy Of The Terrible, Or The Physiology Of Fear.

Every Limited Mind Demands A Certain Freedom Of Expression, And The Man Who Cannot Express Himself Satisfactorily Without The Stimulation Derived From The Spirited Mode Of Two Centuries Ago Should Certainly Be Permitted To Follow Without Undue Restraint A Practice So Harmless, So Free From Essential Error, And So Sanctioned By Precedent, As That Of Employing In His Poetical Compositions The Smooth And Inoffensive Allowable Rhyme.