That Was His Mother. When

[h]ow Was I Supposed To Get Excited About The Oppression Of Females If They Couldn't Be Trusted To Stay Upright During The Final Minutes Of A Desperately Close Promotion Campaign?

(about Organizing Books In His Home Library, And Putting A Book In The "arts And Lit Non-fiction Section) I Personally Find That For Domestic Purposes, The Trivial Pursuit System Works Better Than Dewey.

The Unhappiest People I Know, Romantically Speaking, Are The Ones Who Like Pop Music The Most; And I Don't Know Whether Pop Music Has Caused This Unhappiness, But I Do Know That They've Been Listening To The Sad Songs Longer Than They've Been Living The Unhappy Lives.

I Don't Even Feel As If I'm The Center Of My Own World, So How Am I Supposed To Feel As Though I'm The Center Of Anyone Else's?

Life Isn't, And Has Never Been, A 2-0 Home Victory After A Fish And Chip Lunch.