You Are You. Now, Isn't That Unpleasant?

Adults Are Just Obsolete Children And The Hell With Them.

It Has Often Been Said There’s So Much To Be Read, You Never Can Cram All Those Words In Your Head. So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads. That's Why My Belief Is The Briefer The Brief Is, The Greater The Sigh Of The Reader's Relief Is. And That's Why Your Books Have Such Power And Strength. You Publish With Shorth! (shorth Is Better Than Length.)

Pop Guns! And Bicycles! Roller Skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And Plums! And He Stuffed Them In Bags. Then The Grinch, Very Nimbly, Stuffed All The Bags, One By One, Up The Chimbley!

Think! You Can Think Any Think That You Wish.

And What Happened Then? Well, In Whoville They Say That The Grinch's Small Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day