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If A Boxer Ever Went As Crazy As Nijinsky All The Wowsers In The World Would Be Screaming 'punch-drunk.' Well, Who Hit Nijinsky? And Why Isn't There A Campaign Against Ballet? It Gives Girls Thick Legs

An Englishman Teaching An American About Food Is Like The Blind Leading The One-eyed.

News Is Like The Tilefish Which Appears In Great Schools Off The Atlantic Coast Some Years And Then Vanishes, No One Knows Whither Or For How Long. Newspapers Might Employ These Periods Searching For The Breeding Grounds Of News, But They Prefer To Fill Up With Stories About Kurdled Kurds Or Calvin Coolidge, Until The Banks Close Or A Hitler Marches, When They Are As Surprised As Their Readers.

I Take A Grave View Of The Press. It Is The Weak Slat Under The Bed Of Democracy

In The Light Of What Proust Wrote With So Mild A Stimulus, It Is The World's Loss That He Did Not Have A Heartier Appetite. On A Dozen Gardiner's Island Oysters, A Bowl Of Clam Chowder, A Peck Of Steamers, Some Bay Scallops, Three Sauteed Soft-shelled Crabs, A Few Ears Of Fresh Picked Corn, A Thin Swordfish Steak Of Generous Area, A Pair Of Lobsters, And A Long Island Duck, He Might Have Written A Masterpiece.