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1 " To-day well, my Utopia, if ever I framed one, would be a land where the laws demanded that people should be vicious. Then one would be able to count at any rate on a little virtue. If no man might live with a woman in any but an irregular union, there would be at once quite a run on honest matrimony and the Law Courts would be full of desperately wicked monogamists; while if every one was expected to steal and swindle, there would soon be an extensive criminal class who respected property. "
― Edward Verrall Lucas , London Lavender
2 " I walked back by way of the sea-lions' enclosure to refresh my eyes with the King Penguin's perfect ecclesiastical tailoring. He was pacing moodily about as usual, in what one felt to be the interval between a marriage ceremony and a funeral service. Much better, I thought, to have left the 2000 a year to him. No harm would then be done, and what perfect episcopal garden-parties he could give with it! "
3 " What is it like in the air?” I once asked him. “Ripping," he said. “But the sensations?” I continued. “How do you feel?" “Ripping," he said. “And what does the world look like down below as you rush along?" “Ripping," he said. "
4 " How can Nancy know her own mind when she has not got one? She is a dear, sweet girl, and I was devoted to her am devoted to her but she has no mind. It was I who was to give her that. "