Manuscripts Don't Burn.

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.

Difficult Folk, These Women!

Foreign Visitors . . . How Impressed You All Are With Foreign Visitors! But They Come In Many Different Varieties.

I Challenge You To A Duel!” Screamed The Cat, Sailing Over Their Heads On The Swinging Chandelier.

For Some Reason, Cats Are Usually Addressed Familiarly, Though No Cat Has Ever Drunk Bruderschaft With Anyone.