THE EGOISM OF GENIUS.
Fond Mother. "DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE THE EVENING PAPERS, MORTIMER?"
Minimus Poet. "WHY, IS THERE ANYTHING ABOUT ME IN THEM?"
Fond Mother. "NOT THAT I KNOW OF, DARLING."
Minimus Poet (pettishly). "GOOD HEAVENS, MOTHER, THEN WHAT ON EARTH SHOULD I WANT TO SEE THEM FOR?"