Each Character Is An Allegory For Every

There Are Abundantly More English Professors In The World Than There Are Authors.

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

We've Been There On World Wars, It's Time For World Party I.

My Primary Motivation For Writing Is To Communicate My Perceptions And Insights Into The Human Condition, In A Way That May Provide Understanding, Comfort, And Company To Others.

Is It A Form Of Social Play That Underneath The Words People Say, There Is A Different Conversation Going On?