“…it seems to us that the readers who want fiction to be like life are considerably outnumbered by those who would like life to be like fiction.”
—Sarah Caudwell
The Sirens Sang of Murder
An old Danish jester named Yorick
Drank a gallon of pure paregoric.
My jokes have been dull,
Said he, but my skull
Will one of these days be historic.
—Ogden Nash
There’s Always Another Windmill