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The Recent Extraordinary Discovery In Photography, As Applied In The Operations Of The Mind, Has Reduced The Art Of Novel-writing To The Merest Mechanical Labour.

How Doth The Little Crocodile Improve His Shining Tail, And Pour The Waters Of The Nile On Every Golden Scale! How Cheerfully He Seems To Grin, How Neatly He Spreads His Claws, And Welcomes Little Fishes In, With Gently Smiling Jaws!

It's Too Late To Correct It: When You've Once Said A Thing, That Fixes It, And You Must Take The Consequences.

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

But, Said Alice, The The World Has Absolutely No Sens, Who's Stopping Us From Inventing One?