Irregular ranting by an Irrelevant thinker

I started this book ( ISBN: 1853262412 ) on 28 February 2012. It ended on 29 march 2013, 0300 a.m. 1 year and 1 month to be exact. In the hundred gems of stories, I came across a multitude of colors of humanity, the range of characters, from each extremes, painting the tales a man tried to pen down sitting in a prison cell. I could not stop myself from admiring each and every piece of this anthology. The first and the last being the Hottest Favorite. One simply can not escape the illusion O. Henry created with his characters and plots. Playing with words and phrases as a street magician plays with smoke and mirrors. Pulling tricks of hands from his shirt sleeves, enchanting his audience each single time. And the way the stories are told- the myriad of dialects and accents, the reservoir of his wits and wisdom never running dry in the middle of any-one. Each piece with a definite theme, similar to others, but so profoundly strong, that each one could have been a separ