A Capacity For Going Overboard Is A

I Think We Will Have A Boy Baby And He Will Be Born On The 20th Of August. Everyone Else Has A Girl Baby And At Times I Don't Believe I Should Mind Having A Little Phyllis Dawn But Dearest Wants A Boy And I Do.

The Basis Of Tragedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Disease, War And Death; The Basis Of Comedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Vanity (the Vanity Of Love, Greed, Lust, Power).

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

There Is Something More Annoying Than Pleasant In Finding Neighbors From Back Home Chiselling In On Your Own Exclusive New York. It Mitigates Your Triumph In Having Conquered The Great City And Brings Home The Ungratifying Truth That Anyone Can Do It.

Yet Better For One Of My Nature To Have It That Way Than To Have Life A Peaceful, Placid Flow Of Quiet Contentment. I Must Have Days Of Rushing Excitement.