If there's any feature of Boswell that's greater than his nose and ears, it's his great I," said the Doctor.
"You'd rather have him change his I to a U, I presume," said Napoleon, quietly.
The Doctor waved his hand impatiently.

"Let's drop him," he said.
"Dropping one's biographer isn't without precedent.

As soon as any man ever got to know Napoleon well enough to write him up he sent him to the front, where he could get a little lead in his system." "I wish I had had a Boswell all the same," said Shakespeare.

"Then the world would have known the truth about me." "It wouldn't if he'd relied on your word for it," retorted the Doctor.
"Hullo! here's Hamlet." As the Doctor spoke, in very truth the melancholy Dane appeared in the doorway, more melancholy of aspect than ever.
"What's the matter with you ?" asked Cicero, addressing the new-comer.
"Haven't you got that poison out of your system yet ?" "Not entirely," said Hamlet, with a sigh; "but it isn't that that's bothering me.

It's Fate." "We'll get out an injunction against Fate if you like," said Blackstone.
"Is it persecution, or have you deserved it ?" "I think it's persecution," said Hamlet.