The Kiss Is A Wordless

Africa Has A Genious For Extremes, For The Beginning And The End. It Seems Simultaneously Connected To Some Memory Of Eden And To Some Foretaste Of Apocalypse. Nowhere Is Day More Vivid Or Night Darker. Nowhere Are Forests More Luxuriant. Nowhere Is There A Continent More Miserable

As They Marched, The Crowds Lining The Route Broke Into Applause, A Sweet And Deeply Felt Spontaneous Pattering That Was A Sort Of Communal Embrace. Welcome Home.

As American Productivity, Once The Exuberant Engine Of National Wealth, Has Dipped To An Embarrassingly Uncompetitive Low, Americans Have Shaken Their Heads: The Country's Old Work Ethic Is Dead.

Everywhere You Hang Your Hat Is Home. Home Is The Bright Cave Under The Hat.

Never Try To Wear A Hat That Has More Character Than You Do.