I Like Rudeness A Great Deal Better

The Eagerness Of A Listener Quickens The Tongue Of A Narrator.

Silence Is Of Different Kinds, And Breathes Different Meanings.

Your Station Is In My Heart, And On The Necks Of Those Who Would Insult You.

Am I Hideous, Jane? Very, Sir: You Always Were, You Know.

I Knew, You Would Do Me Good, In Some Way, At Some Time;- I Saw It In Your Eyes When I First Beheld You: Their Expression And Smile Did Not- (again He Stopped)- Did Not (he Proceeded Hastily) Strike Delight To My Very Inmost Heart So For Nothing.