Curiouser And Curiouser.

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

Words Mean More Than We Mean To Express When We Use Them: So A Whole Book Ought To Mean A Great Deal More Than The Writer Meant.

Still, As Christmas-tide Comes Round, They Remember It Again - Echo Still The Joyful Sound "peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!"

The Vast Unfathomable Sea Is But A Notion-unto Me.

The Recent Extraordinary Discovery In Photography, As Applied In The Operations Of The Mind, Has Reduced The Art Of Novel-writing To The Merest Mechanical Labour.