History without her is the skeleton map of events: Fiction a picture of figures modelled on no skeleton-anatomy.

But each, with Philosophy in aid, blooms, and is humanly shapely.

To demand of us truth to nature, excluding Philosophy, is really to bid a pumpkin caper.

As much as legs are wanted for the dance, Philosophy is required to make our human nature credible and acceptable.

Fiction implores you to heave a bigger breast and take her in with this heavenly preservative helpmate, her inspiration and her essence.