God Doesn't Do Notes, Either.

Schweitzer In The Congo Did Not Derive More Moral Credit Than Larkin Did For Living In Hull.

It's The One Species I Wouldn't Mind Seeing Vanish From The Face Of The Earth. I Wish They Were Like The White Rhinosix Of Them Left In The Serengeti National Park, And All Males.

Reading Is Untidy, Discursive And Perpetually Inviting.

Standards Are Always Out Of Date. That's What Makes Them Standards.

I Tried To Explain To Her The Significance Of The Great Poet, But Without Much Success, The Waste Land Not Figuring Very Largely In Mam's Scheme Of Things. "the Thing Is," I Said Finally, "he Won The Nobel Prize." "well," She Said, With That Unerring Grasp Of Inessentials Which Is The Prerogative Of Mothers, "i'm Not Surprised. It Was A Beautiful Overcoat."