It Is To The Eccentrics That The

God Very Seldom Succeeds. He Has Very Nearly Everything Against Him, Of Course.

Every Year, In The Deep Midwinter, There Descends Upon This World A Terrible Fortnight. ... Every Shop Is A Choked Mass Of Humanity ... Nerves Are Jangled And Frayed, Purses Emptied To No Purposes, All Amusements And All Occupations Suspended In Favor Of Frightful Businesses With Brown Paper, String, Letters, Cards, Stamps, And Crammed Post Offices. This Period Is Doubtless A Foretaste Of Whatever Purgatory Lies In Store For Human Creatures.

Take My Camel, Dear,' Said My Aunt Dot, Climbing Down From That Animal On Her Return From High Mass.

Behavior Of Such Cunning Cruelty That Only A Human Being Could Have Thought Of Or Contrived It We Call 'inhuman,' Revealing Thus Some Pathetic Ideal Standard For Our Species That Survives All Betrayals.

Cruelty Was The Devil, And Most People Were, In One Way Or Another, Cruel. Tyranny, Suppression, Persecution, Torture, Slavery, War, Neglect - All Were Cruel. The World Was Acid And Sour With Hate, Fat With Greed, Yellow With The Triumph Of The Strong And The Rich.