Once The Rockets Are Up, Who Cares

You Can Make Fun With Saddam Hussein Jokes ... But You Can't Make Fun Of, Say, The Concentration Camps. I Think My Target Was Not So Much Evil, But Benign Stupidity People Doing Stupid Things Without Realising Or, Instead, Thinking They Were Doing Good.

The Civil Liberties Types Who Are Fighting This Issue Have To Fight It, Owing To The Nature Of The Laws, As A Matter Of Freedom Of Speech And Stifling Of Free Expression And So On. But We Know What's Really Involved, Dirty Books Are Fun. That's All There Is To It. But You Can't Get Up In A Court And Say That.

Filth, I'm Glad To Say, Is In The Mind Of The Beholder. When Correctly Viewed, Everything Is Lewd.

My Last Public Performance For Money Was In 1967. For Free, It Was 1972, With The Exception Of Two Little One-shot, One-song Things. But That's Just For Friends, Out Of Friendship For The People Involved, And Also Because It Was Fun.

In One Word He Told Me The Secret Of Success In Mathematics: Plagiarize; Only Be Sure Always To Call It . . . Research.