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All Dickens's Humour Couldn't Save Dickens, Save Him From His Overcrowded Life, Its Sordid And Neurotic Central Tragedy And Its Premature Collapse. But Dickens's Humour, And All Such Humour, Has Saved Or At Least Greatly Served The World.

In Point Of Morals, The Average Woman Is, Even For Business, Too Crooked.

I Detest Life-insurance Agents: They Always Argue That I Shall Some Day Die, Which Is Not So.

The English Are Terribly Lazy About Fighting. They Like To Get It Over And Done With And Then Set Up A Game Of Cricket.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.