Sloth Is All Passions The Most Powerful.

How Time Flies When One Has Fun!

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.

Yes, There Is No Denying It, Any Longer, It Is Not You Who Are Dead, But All The Others. So You Get Up And Go To Your Mother, Who Thinks She Is Alive. That's My Impression. But Now I Shall Have To Get Myself Out Of This Ditch. How Joyfully I Would Vanish Here, Sinking Deeper And Deeper Under The Rains.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind

Watt's Concern, Deep As It Appeared, Was Not After All What The Figure Was, In Reality, But With What The Figure Appeared To Be, In Reality.