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As The Tenor Roars His Passion, I Think Sadly Of My Spreading Middle, And His.

The Eros Of Advertising Is Lurid But Not Specific.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

Great Men Wait For The Right Moment To Abandon Caution. The Rest Of Us Abandon It When Impatience Becomes Too Much For Us.

Bad Faith Makes The Most Of Every Ambiguity.