A pear being a handsomer fruit than an apple, the publisher is probably right, thought I, and I will say that he is right on this point in the notice which I am about to write of his publication for the Review.

And yet I don't know--said I, after a long fit of musing--I don't know but what there is more to be said for the Oxford theory.

The world may be shaped like a pear, but I don't know that it is; but one thing I know, which is, that it does not taste like a pear; I have always liked pears, but I don't like the world.

The world to me tastes much more like an apple, and I have never liked apples.

I will uphold the Oxford theory--besides, I am writing in an Oxford Review, and am in duty bound to uphold the Oxford theory.