Next To A Good Meal And Possibly

I've Got A Heart Like A College Prom. Each One I Dance With Seems The Best Of All.

The Theater Is A Baffling Business, And A Shockingly Wasteful One When You Consider That People Who Have Proven Their Worth, Who Have Appeared In Or Been Responsible For Successful Plays, Who Have Given Outstanding Performances, Can Still, In The Full Tide Of Their Energy, Be Forced, Through Lack Of Opportunity, To Sit Idle Season After Season, Their Enthusiasm, Their Morale, Their Very Talent Dwindling To Slow Gray Death. Of Finances We Will Not Even Speak; It Is Too Sad A Tale.

We've Surrounded The Most Vital And Commonplace Human Function With A Vast Morass Of Taboos, Convention, Hypocrisy, And Plain Claptrap.

Art, We Are Told, Is A Criterion Of One's Taste. How Humiliating, Should Our Taste Turn Out To Be Bad. Rather As Though We Were Caught Stark Naked With A Poor Figure.

Young People Want To Look Like Peas In A Pod, And There Is No Use Trying To Make Them Different.