Critic's Delight: Scolding The Mighty Dead.

Self-righteous Victims Invite Extra Nails.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is Calm.

Sleepy-head Is No Longer Aroused By Tragic Imaginings.

The Hysterical Find Too Much Significance In Things. The Depressed Find Too Little.