Sublime

brevity which is the soul of wit.

and he will not believe these things. He will not believe them because he has no humility, and therefore no realism. He has never been inside himself; and so could never be inside another man.

Mr Pest: How about Grate Expectations? Assistant: Ah yes, we have that . . . He goes to fetch it and returns to the counter. Mr Pest: . . . That’s G-r-a-t-e Expectations, also by Edmund Wells. Assistant: I see. In that case we don’t have it. We don’t have anything by Edmund Wells, actually – he’s not very popular. Mr Pest: Not Knickerless Nickleby?

IN contemplating some common object of the modern street, such as an omnibus or a lamp-post, it is sometimes well worth while to stop and think about why such common objects are regarded as commonplace.

it would not be necessary to pay for everything at

human enough to wander, human enough to wonder, but still sustained with that merry fatalism