Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, (For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you- Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you receive from me? Only the friendship and the sympathy Of one about to reach her journey's end.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.