Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly rackin >>
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. >>
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom >>
Herman Melville was as separated from a civilized literature as the lo >>
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be >>
Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing. >>
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.