Man As An Individual Is A Genius.

More Than Machinery, We Need Humanity.

A Tramp, A Gentleman, A Poet, A Dreamer, A Lonely Fellow, Always Hopeful Of Romance And Adventure.

In This Book I Do Not Intend To Give A Blow-by-blow Description Of A Sex Bout: I Find Them Inartistic, Clinical And Unpoetic. The Circumstances That Lead Up To Sex I Find More Interesting.

That Is Why, No Matter How Desperate The Predicament Is, I Am Always Very Much In Earnest About Clutching My Cane, Straightening My Derby Hat And Fixing My Tie, Even Though I Have Just Landed On My Head.

Over The Years I Have Discovered That Ideas Come Through An Intense Desire For Them; Continually Desiring, The Mind Becomes A Watchtower On The Lookout For Incidents That May Excite The Imagination.