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He Flung Himself From The Room, Flung Himself Upon His Horse And Rode Madly Off In All Directions.

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.

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.

Personally, I Would Sooner Have Written Alice In Wonderland Than The Whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

If I Were Founding A University I Would Begin With A Smoking Room; Next A Dormitory; And Then A Decent Reading Room And A Library. After That, If I Still Had More Money That I Couldn't Use, I Would Hire A Professor And Get Some Text Books.