Our Loneliness Makes Us Avid Column Readers

Men Often Compete With One Another Until The Day They Die. Comradeship Consists Of Rubbing Shoulders Jocularly With A Competitor.

Our Loneliness Makes Us Avid Column Readers These Days.

The Novelist Screws Up His Courage In Order To Invest Another Two Or Three Years In Another Attempt To Float A Boat Of Original Design Upon An Invented Ocean.

There Aren't Many Irritations To Match The Condescension Which A Woman Metes Out To A Man Who She Believes Has Loved Her Vainly For The Past Umpteen Years.

Land Of Opportunity, Land For The Huddled Masses Where Would The Opportunity Have Been Without The Genocide Of Those Old Guard, Bristling Indian Tribes?