My own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
“To-night I am going to take a party to the headquarters of the fire department, where I have a cinch on the captain, a very nice fellow, who is unusually grateful for something I wrote about him and his men. They are going to do the Still Alarm act for me.”
“Next to a sincere compliment, I think I like a well-deserved and honest rebuke.”