The Worst Thing About Being

There Are No Liberals Behind Steering Wheels.

Ah, Summer, What Power You Have To Make Us Suffer And Like It.

It Seems To Be A Law In American Life That Whatever Enriches Us Anywhere Except In The Wallet Inevitably Becomes Uneconomic.

The American Press Has The Blues. Too Many Authorities Have Assured It That Its Days Are Numbered, Too Many Good Newspapers Are In Ruins.

I Am Sitting Here 93 Million Miles From The Sun On A Rounded Rock Which Is Spinning At The Rate Of 1000 Miles An Hour... And My Head Pointing Down Into Space With Nothing Between Me And Infinity But Something Called Gravity Which I Can't Even Understand, And Which You Can't Even Buy Any Place So As To Have Some Stored Away For A Gravityless Day.