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Heaven Deliver Us, What's A Poet? Something That Can't Go To Bed Without Making A Song About It.

Fantasy Works Inwards Upon Its Author, Blurring The Boundary Between The Visioned And The Actual, And Associating Itself Ever Moreclosely With The Ego, So That The Child Who Has Fantasied Himself A Murderer Ends By Becoming A Loeb Or A Leopold. The Creative Imagination Works Outwards, Steadily Increasing The Gap Between The Visioned And The Actual, Till This Becomes The Great Gulf Fixed Between Art And Nature. Few Writers Of Crime-stories Become Murderers--if Any Do, It Is Not The Result Of Identifying Themselves With Their Murderous Heroes.

Do You Find It Easy To Get Drunk On Words?" "so Easy That, To Tell You The Truth, I Am Seldom Perfectly Sober.

There's Ways And Ways Of Dyin'. Some Is Took, And Some Takes French Leave, And Others Is 'elped Out Of Life.

The Christian Faith Is The Most Exciting Drama That Ever Staggered The Imagination Of Man-and The Dogma Is The Drama ... The Plot Pivots Upon A Single Character, And The Whole Action Is The Answer To A Single Central Problem: 'what Think Ye Of Christ?'... He Was Emphatically Not A Dull M An In His Human Lifetime, And If He Was God, There Can Be Nothing Dull About God Either.