A Good Heavy Book Holds You Down.

Perhaps The Truth Is That Heavy Literature Blooms In Extremes Of Temperature.

Usage Ain't Always A Matter Of Ought.

Pete Rose Is Too Rich A Character To Fit On A Bronze Plaque. He Requires A Good, Trenchant, Poignant (ah, Petey) Book, And This Is It.

Cats Have Intercepted My Footsteps At The Ankle For So Long That My Gait, Both At Home And On Tour, Has Been Compared To That Of A Man Wading Through Low Surf.

I Think What's Really Hard Is Making Sense And Making What You Write Clear And Smooth-flowing.