The Jolly Corner
Every one asks me what I 'think' of everything, said Spencer Brydon; and I make answer as I can - begging or dodging the question, putting them off with any nonsense. It wouldn't matter to any of them really, he went on, "for, even were it possible to meet in that stand-and-deliver way so silly a demand on so big a subject, my 'thoughts' would still be almost altogether about something that concerns only myself.
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