I Would So Hate To

Cash Is Always The Deciding Factor In Such Matters Of Moral Politics; Nothing Ever Gets Done Unless Motivated By Commerce Or Greed.

Everything Comes To An End. A Good Bottle Of Wine, A Summer’s Day, A Long-running Sitcom, One’s Life, And Eventually Our Species. The Question For Many Of Us Is Not That Everything Will Come To An End But When. And Can We Do Anything Vaguely Useful Until It Does?

...being Written By Someone Who Might Not Quite Understand The Subconscious Nuance Of The Character Leaves Us In Varying Degrees Of Flatness.

The Universe Always Moves From An Ordered State To A Disordered One; That A Glass May Fall To The Ground And Shatter Yet You Never See A Broken Glass Reassemble Itself And Then Jump Back On The Table.

He Spent His Life Immersed In Books To The Cost Of Everything Else, Even Personal Relationships. "friends," He'd Once Said, "are Probably Great, But I Have Forty Thousands Friends Of My Own Already, And Each Of Them Needs My Attention.