I must warn you," said he to the critic, "that my opinions are not quite novel.

They are rather worn at the elbows.

Before printing them I yelled them in every cafe in Paris, there is not a waiter who does not know them by heart." "What does that matter to me?
You surely do not know me.

Is there anything new in the world except virtue ?" "Here you are," said Rodolphe, as he finished.
"Thunder and tempests, there is still nearly a column wanting.

How is this chasm to be filled ?" exclaimed the critic.