I'm Often Amazed At The Way Politicians,

When You Visit A Foreign City You Are In It, But Not Of It, Separated By A Glass Wall. Once, While A Student, I Was Getting Dressed In My Ground-floor Room When A Family Of Italians Crossed The Grass To Watch, As If I Were Laid On For Their Amusement And Instruction.

In Washington, The First Thing People Tell You Is What Their Job Is. In Los Angeles You Learn Their Star Sign. In Houston You're Told How Rich They Are. And In New York They Tell You What Their Rent Is.

The Formal Washington Dinner Party Has All The Spontaneity Of A Japanese Imperial Funeral.

Fish Have Water, The Bushmen Of The Kalahari Have Sand, And Houstonians Have Interior Décor.

Watching The Commons Tribute To Margaret Thatcher Was Like Being Suffocated Inside A Gigantic Sticky Toffee Pudding, But One With Nasty Bogeys Planted Inside. There Was Much Of The 'margaret Thatcher Who Was Lucky Enough To Know Me,' Especially From Her Own Side Of The House.