It's Only Words... Unless They're True.

I Examined My Liberalism And Found It Like An Addiction To Roulette. Here, Though The Odds Are Plain, And The Certainty Of Loss Apparent To Anyone With A Knowledge Of Arithmetic, The Addict, Failing Time And Again, Is Convinced He Yet Is Graced With The Power To Contravene Natural Laws. The Roulette Addict, When He Invariably Comes To Grief, Does Not Examine Either The Nature Of Roulette, Or Of His Delusion, But Retires To Develop A New System, And To Scheme For More Funds.

I Hate The Computer. I Hate Their Spell-check. I Won't Ever Do E-mail.

There Is A Profound And Ineradicable Taint Of Antisemitism In The British.

My Greatest Fear Is That The Audience Will Beat Me To The Punch Line.

We All Hope. It's What Keeps Us Alive.