Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 107, December 1, 1894Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 107, December 1, 1894
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Q._ Which do you prefer--a story produced in parts, or a story
published as a whole?
_A._ Again a question of terms. Still, if remuneration is equal,
sketches of character are easier than construction of plot.
_Q._ When is the latter necessary?
_A._ When the novel is written for a serial, and is published with the
standing announcement (frequently repeated), "to be continued in our
next."
_Q._ Is it difficult to sketch character?
_A._ Not if you do not mind irritating your friends and driving your
foes into lunacy.
_Q._ How do you irritate your friends?
_A._ By reproducing in an amusing manner their peculiarities.
_Q._ And how do you madden your foes?
_A._ By passing them over in a dead silence, and sternly refusing to
recognise their existence.
_Q._ How should you treat your contemporaries?
_A._ If you appreciate your work at its proper (that is to say, your
_own_) value, you will not admire contemporaries.
_Q._ And what will you say of authors of the past?
_A._ That it is fortunate that they did live in the past, as they
certainly do not exist in the present, and will certainly not revive in
the future.
_Q._ How should you criticise a contemporary's novel?
_A._ If you are sure of his influencing a criticism of your own work
favourably, praise his romance sky high. If he is, from a reviewer's
point of view, a negligable quantity, why, treat him on that basis.
_Q._ Then what is your motto?
_A._ "Nothing for nothing."
_Q._ Do you consider a novelist's life the best possible form of
existence?
_A._ I should say yes if I did not know of a form of existence to be
even better.
_Q._ And what is that?
_A._ Inheriting a fortune, putting your hands in your pockets, and for
the rest of your life doing nothing.
* * * * *
[Illustration: PREHISTORIC PEEPS.
A LITTLE COVERT SHOOTING. (DRAGONS PLENTIFUL, AND STRONG ON THE WING.)]
AMARE, O!
(_By an Usher._)
With weary brain I hear again
The drowsy urchins stammer, O,
From _mensa_ down through every noun
That's in the Latin grammar, O!
And when declensions pall, why then,
The exercise to vary, O,
I bid them show how well they know
My sweet, sweet verb, _Amare_, O!
"_Amo_, _amas_,--I love a lass,"
Her dainty name is NANCY, O,
And none but she shall ever be
The darling of my fancy, O!
_Amavi_--well, in love I fell,
And sure 'twas no vagary, O,
For since that day I've learnt the way
To conjugate _Amare_, O!
I whisper now, "_Ama_, Love thou!"
Amongst the fields of barley, O,
And NANCE replies, with brimming eyes,
"I love, I love thee, CHARLIE, O!"
_Amo_, _ama_, the livelong day
I'll teach my winsome fairy, O,
For has not she resolved with me
To conjugate _Amare_, O?
* * * * *
[Illustration: CAUTION.
_The Major._ "DON'T YOU LIKE LIQUEURS, MRS. JINKS?"
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