All In All, Death Is

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You; Whatever Happens, You've Got To Look As If You Were Awfully Busy All The Time Doing Something That's Terribly Exciting - Or He'll Come Along And Nibble Your Brain.

There Are Certain Advantages In Being Cursed By All And Sundry ... Especially, It Dispenses You With Having To Be Nice To Anybody ... There's Nothing More Emollient, Stultifying, Emasculating Than Wanting To Be Liked ... "not Nice!" ... That Does It, You're Free!.

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

We Never Change. Neither Our Socks Nor Our Masters Nor Our Opinions, Or We're So Slow About It That It's No Use. We Were Born Loyal And That's What Killed Us! Soldiers Free Of Charge, Heroes For Everyone Else, Talking Monkeys, Tortured Words, We Are The Minions Of King Misery...it's Not A Life.

The Novel Can't Compete With Cars, The Movies, Television, And Liquor. A Guy Who's Had A Good Feed And Tanked Up On Good Wine Gives His Old Lady A Kiss After Supper And His Day Is Over. Finished.