The tiny mouth is uttering the most satisfied of crowings, and her eyes have that pure, soft expression never seen except in baby eyes.

Seems as though sometimes I get an overdose of feeling, and an underdose of sense.

Aye, it may be a joke to you, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous great hooter! And his poor little head, trembling under the weight of it!

He who […] foreknowingly loses his life