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Cocktail Party: A Gathering Held To Enable Forty People To Talk About Themselves At The Same Time. The Man Who Remains After The Liquor Is Gone Is The Host.

Everywhere Outside New York City Is Bridgeport, Connecticut.

On Ships They Call Them Barnacles; In Business They Attach Themselves To Desks And Are Called Vice Presidents.

It Is Probably Not Love That Makes The World Go Around, But Rather Those Mutually Supportive Alliances Through Which Partners Recognize Their Dependence On Each Other For The Achievement Of Shared And Private Goals.

Radio Is A Bag Of Mediocrity Where Little Men With Carbon Minds Wallow In Sluice Of Their Own Making.