Civility, It Is Said, Means Obeying The

Ultimately, Time Is All You Have And The Idea Isn't To Save It, But To Savour It.

I Am A Member Of A Small, Nearly Extinct Minority Group, A Kind Of Urban Lost Tribe Who Insist, In The Face Of All Evidence To The Contrary, On The Sanctity Of Being On Time. Which Is To Say That We On-timers Are Compulsively, Unfashionably Prompt, That There Are Only Handfuls Of Us In Any Given City And, Unfortunately, We Never Seem To Have Appointments With Each Other.

Who's Counting? It Was, Of Course, The Minority Who Were Counting. It Always Is. Most Of The Women I Know Today Would Dearly Like To Use Their Fingers And Toes For Some Activity More Enthralling Than Counting. They Have Been Counting For So Long. But The Peculiar Problem Of The New Math Is That Every Time We Stop Adding, Somebody Starts Subtracting. At The Very Least (the Advanced Students Will Understand This) The Rate Of Increase Slows. ... The Minority Members Of Any Group Or Profession Have Two Answers: They Can Keep Score Or They Can Lose.

We Continually Want To Unmask Our Heroes As If There Were More To Be Learned From Their Nakedness Than From Their Choice Of Clothing.

Once Upon A Time We Were Just Plain People. But That Was Before We Began Having Relationships With Mechanical Systems. Get Involved With A Machine And Sooner Or Later You Are Reduced To A Factor.