My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

Malicious Tongues Spread Their Poison Abroad And Nothing Here Below Is Proof Against Them.

Show Some Mercy To This Chair Which Has Stretched Out Its Arms To You For So Long; Please Satisfy Its Desire To Embrace You!

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.