Don't Pity Me Now, Don't

Long Experience Has Taught Me That In England Nobody Goes To The Theatre Unless He Or She Has Bronchitis.

I... Wonder What It Is In The New York Air That Enables Me To Sit Up Till All Hours Of The Night In An Atmosphere Which In London Would Make A Horse Dizzy, But Here Merely Clears The Brain.

Perhaps, After All, There Is Something In The Theory That Only The Ultra-busy Can Find Time For Everything.

All I Want Is A Modest Place In Mr X's Good Reading, Miss Y's Good Writing, And That New Edition Of One Thousand Best Bits Of Recent Prose.

New Year's Resolution: To Refrain From Saying Witty, Unkind Things, Unless They Are Really Witty And Irreparably Damaging.