I'm Gonna Live Forever, Or Die Trying.

Gold Was Not Sure Of Many Things, But He Was Definite About One: For Every Successful Person He Knew, He Could Name At Least Two Others Of Greater Ability, Better, And Higher Intelligence Who, By Comparison, Had Failed.

Catch-22 Did Not Exist, He Was Positive Of That, But It Made No Difference. What Did Matter Was That Everyone Thought It Existed, And That Was Much Worse, For There Was No Object Or Text To Ridicule Or Refute, To Accuse, Criticize, Attack, Amend, Hate, Revile, Spit At, Rip To Shreds, Trample Upon Or Burn Up.

When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Little Boy.

History Was A Trash Bag Of Random Coincidences Torn Open In A Wind. Surely, Watt With His Steam Engine, Faraday With His Electric Motor, And Edison With His Incandescent Light Bulb Did Not Have It As Their Goal To Contribute To A Fuel Shortage Some Day That Would Place Their Countries At The Mercy Of Arab Oil.

When You Consider The Opportunity And Power He Had To Really Do A Job, And Then Look At The Stupid, Ugly Little Mess He Made Of It Instead, His Sheer Incompetence Is Almost Staggering.