I Knew That This Job

I Am Not Fit For This Office And Should Never Have Been Here.

My Once-keen Analytical Mind Has Become So Dulled By Endless Hours Of Baking In The Hot Sun, Thrashing About In Tight Chimneys, Pulling At Impossibly Heavy Loads, Freezing My Ass Off.... So That Now My Mental State Is Comparable To That Of A Peruvian Indian, Well Stoked On Coca Leaves.

I Continued With Whatever 'qualified Climbers' I Could Con Into This Rather Unpromising Venture.

He Liked To Play Chess And Do Intelligent Things, And I Was A Serious Drinker And Nonthinker.

There Is Something Inherently Wrong, Something Out Of Accord With The Ideals Of Representative Democracy, When One Portion Of Our Citizenship Turns Its Activities To Private Gain Amid Defensive War While Another Is Fighting, Sacrificing, Or Dying For National Preservation.