his vanity should lure him into publishing one of 
such exercises, he chose words which would make 
it impossible. 
I obtained the MS. by a simple act of bur-
glary.  Being sure that he would never consent to 
their publication, I had no scruples for he might 
have destroyed them.  It seems to me that the most 
versatile genius of this, perhaps of any age, is best 
served by exhibiting that genius, even where, as at 
present, it turns to the most incredibly loathsome 
forms.  The portrait of the Twelve Disciples would 
be sadly marred by so inartistic a blunder as the 
exclusion of Judas Iscariot. 
 
 
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