People May Or May Not Say What

In A Restaurant One Is Both Observed And Unobserved. Joy And Sorrow Can Be Displayed And Observed "unwittingly," The Writer Scowling Naively And The Diners Wondering, What The Hell Is He Doing?

Policemen So Cherish Their Status As Keepers Of The Peace And Protectors Of The Public That They Have Occasionally Been Known To Beat To Death Those Citizens Or Groups Who Question That Status.

You Know, I Once Read An Interesting Book Which Said That, Uh, Most People Lost In The Wilds, They, They Die Of Shame. Yeah, See, They Die Of Shame. 'what Did I Do Wrong? How Could I Have Gotten Myself Into This?' And So They Sit There And They... Die. Because They Didn't Do The One Thing That Would Save Their Lives. Thinking.

It Is To A Dramatist, Which Is To Say, To An Unfrocked Psychoanalyst, Stunning That That Which Has Sustained The Left In My Generation, Its Avatar, Its Prime Issue, Has Been Abortion. For, Whether Or Not It Is Regarded As A Woman's Right, An Unfortunate Necessity, Or Murder, Which Is To Say, Irrespective Of Differing And Legitimate Political Views, To Enshrine It As The Most Important Test Of The Liberal, Is, Mythologically, An Assertion To The Ultimate Right Of A Postreligious Paganism.

Let The Cut Tell The Story. Otherwise You Have Not Got Dramatic Action, You've Got Narration.