Who can control his fate? asks the ruined Othello. No one, indeed. But everyone controls his option, chooses his alternative..

'English fair play' is a fine expression. It justifies the bashing of the puny draper's assistant by the big hairy blacksmith, and this to the perfec….

Such is life, my fellow-mummers-just like a poor player that bluffs and feints his hour upon the stage, and then cheapens down to mere nonentity. But….

Age cannot limit him, nor use exhaust his infinite mendacity..