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. . . The Fellow's Got A Bee In His Bonnet. Thinks God's A Secretion Of The Liver--all Right Once In A Way, But There's No Need To Keep On About It. There's Nothing You Can't Prove If Your Outlook Is Only Sufficiently Limited.

When Cats Sat Staring Into The Fire They Were Thinking Out Problems.

I Entirely Agree That A Historian Ought To Be Precise In Detail; But Unless You Take All The Characters And Circumstances Into Account, You Are Reckoning Without The Facts. The Proportions And Relations Of Things Are Just As Much Facts As The Things Themselves.

Wimsey Stooped For An Empty Sardine-tin Which Lay, Horribly Battered, At His Feet, And Slung It Idly Into The Quag. It Struck The Surface With A Noice Like A Wet Kiss, And Vanished Instantly. With That Instinct Which Prompts One, When Depressed, To Wallow In Every Circumstance Of Gloom, Peter Leaned Sadly Against The Hurdles And Abandoned Himself To A Variety Of Shallow Considerations Upon (1) The Vanity Of Human Wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First Love; (4) The Decay Of Idealism; (5) The Aftermath Of The Great War; (6) Birth-control; And (7) The Fallacy Of Free-will.

None Of Us Feels The True Love Of God Till We Realize How Wicked We Are. But You Can't Teach People That - They Have To Learn By Experience.