And contradictoriness makes the strongest likelihood of all.

You must give up a plan." "No, I shall not.

My plan is to do what pleases me." (Here should any young lady incline to imitate Gwendolen, let her consider the set of her head and neck: if the angle there had been different, the chin protrusive, and the cervical vertebrae a trifle more curved in their position, ten to one Gwendolen's words would have had a jar in them for the sweet-natured Rex.

But everything odd in her speech was humor and pretty banter, which he was only anxious to turn toward one point.) "Can you manage to feel only what pleases you ?" said he.
"Of course not; that comes from what other people do.

But if the world were pleasanter, one would only feel what was pleasant.