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Don't Be So Damned Discouraging," Said Wimsey. "i Have Already Carefully Explained To You That This Time I Am Investigating This Business. Anybody Would Think You Had No Confidence In Me." "people Have Been Wrongly Condemned Before Now." "exactly; Simply Because I Wasn't There." "i Never Thought Of That.

Whereas, Up To The Present, There Is Only One Known Way Of Getting Born, There Are Endless Ways Of Getting Killed.

The Making Of Miracles To Edification Was As Ardently Admired By Pious Victorians As It Was Sternly Discouraged By Jesus Of Nazareth. Not That The Victorians Were Unique In This Respect. Modern Writers Also Indulge In Edifying Miracles Though They Generally Prefer To Use Them To Procure Unhappy Endings, By Which Piece Of Thaumaturgy They Win The Title Of Realists.

Fantasy Works Inwards Upon Its Author, Blurring The Boundary Between The Visioned And The Actual, And Associating Itself Ever Moreclosely With The Ego, So That The Child Who Has Fantasied Himself A Murderer Ends By Becoming A Loeb Or A Leopold. The Creative Imagination Works Outwards, Steadily Increasing The Gap Between The Visioned And The Actual, Till This Becomes The Great Gulf Fixed Between Art And Nature. Few Writers Of Crime-stories Become Murderers--if Any Do, It Is Not The Result Of Identifying Themselves With Their Murderous Heroes.

The Popular Mind Has Grown So Confused That It Is No Longer Able To Receive Any Statement Of Fact Except As An Expression Of Personal Feeling.