The Writer Who Neglects Punctuation, Or Mispunctuates,

Yes," I Said, "for The Love Of God!

It Will Be Found, In Fact, That The Ingenious Are Always Fanciful, And The Truly Imaginative Never Otherwise Than Analytic.

If You Are Ever Drowned Or Hung, Be Sure And Make A Note Of Your Sensations.

And Each Separate Dying Ember Wrought Its Ghost Upon The Floor.

Fill With Mingled Cream And Amber, I Will Drain That Glass Again. Such Hilarious Visions Clamber Through The Chamber Of My Brain — Quaintest Thoughts — Queerest Fancies Come To Life And Fade Away; What Care I How Time Advances? I Am Drinking Ale Today.