As A Work Of Art, It Reminds

Murray Sounds Like A Blindfolded Man Riding A Unicycle On The Rim Of The Pit Of Doom, The Men Actually Facing The Danger Are All So Taciturn That You Might As Well Try Interviewing The Cars Themselves.

When You Cut It Up, Put The Pieces In Your Mouth And Swallowed Them, The British Hamburger Shaped Itself To The Bottom On Your Stomach Like Ballast, While Interacting With Your Gastric Juices To Form An Incipient Belch Of Enormous Potential, An Airship Which Had Been Inflated In A Garage. This Belch, When Silently Released, Would Cause People Standing Twenty Yards Away To Start Examining The Soles Of Their Shoes. The Vocalized Version Sounded Like A Bag Of Tools Thrown Into A Bog.

If We Want A Book To Do More Than What It Does, That's A Condemnation. If We Want It To Do More Of What It Does, That's An Endorsement.

Men Never Sound More Stupid Than When They're Telling You They're A Very Complex Personality.

One Way Or Another, All The Poets Of The Thirties And Forties Reacted To Auden, Either By Rejecting Him Or Trying To Absorb Him.