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I'm Sure I've All But Lost Friends By Maintaining That, Despite Their Love For It, I Always Saw Stanley Kramer's 'it's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World' As More Of An Exercise In Anti-comedy Than Humor.

You Can, After All, Reduce The Reasons For Watching Tv To But Two: To Be Lulled, And To Be Stimulated. Some People Do One Sometimes, The Other Sometimes. Some People Do All Of One Or All Of The Other.

The Idea That Hunting Is One Against One Is Ludicrous. It's One Animal Versus The Hunter, The Manufacturer Of The Rifle, The Bullet Maker, The Designer And Manufacturer Of The Telescopic Sight, The Auto Manufacturer Who Made The Car The Hunter Got To The Edge Of The Wild In, The Maker Of His Waterproof Shoes, The Various Manufacturers Of His Mittens, Glasses, Overcoat - And That's Only The Beginning Of The List. The "sportsman" Who Shoots An Animal Should Then Make A Speech, Like The Actor Who Wins An Oscar Does, Thanking The Multitudes Behind The Scenes Who Made This "victory" Possible.

There Is Something About A Luger That Separates It From All Other Handguns, And Luger Devotees And Luger Society Members Speak Of It In Romantic Terms That Must Sound Plain Nuts To Those Who Consider Themselves Level-headed.

I Find Most 'sacred Music' Pretty Dismal.