Jones. It was immoral to call the cook intoxicated, and the Archbishop says, "that persons previously condemned on grounds of immorality of all kinds are not proper legislators." Under the circumstances I have detailed, I should not be a proper legislator!
Brown. But look at me! Here am I living a free life, doing exactly what I please, and deserving the censure of the Bench five times a week! I will undertake to say that you are three times as good a fellow as I am; yet I am as certain of my seat as possible.
Jones (sadly). But there is a gulf between us—the gulf that divides not-entirely-conscious innocence and half-imaginary vice. You are safe, and I am not.
Brown. I don't see why! Why am I safe? Or rather let me mend the question—why do you think your chance of being elected so small?
Jones. Because, my dear BROWN, I have been found out!
[Scene closes in upon conventional virtue perfunctorily triumphant.
A BLIZZARD FROM THE NORTH.
["The plea of the existence of such custom, or habit, or practice of copying as is set up can no more be supported when challenged than the highwayman's plea of the custom of Hounslow Heath."—Justice North's Judgment in the Copyright Action "Walter v. Steinkopff.">[
So "Stand and deliver!" will not quite do