It Is Difficult To Be

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.

We Can No Longer Communicate With The Apes By Direct Language, Nor Can We Understand, Without Special Study, Their Modes Of Communication Which We Have Long Since Replaced By More Elaborate Forms. But It Is At Least Presumable That They Could Still Detect In Our Speech, At Least When It Is Public And Elaborate, The Underlying Tone Values With Which It Began. Thus If We Could Take A Gibbon Ape To A College Public Lecture, He Would Not Understand It, But He Would "get A Good Deal Of It." This Is All The Students Get Anyway.

It's Called Political Economy Because It Is Has Nothing To Do With Either Politics Or Economy.

On The Same Bill And On The Same Side Of It There Should Not Be Two Charges For The Same Thing