Shall I Part My Hair Behind? Do

Composing On The Typewriter, I Find That I Am Sloughing Off All My Long Sentences Which I Used To Dote Upon. Short, Staccato, Like Modern French Prose. The Typewriter Makes For Lucidity, But I Am Not Sure That It Encourages Subtlety.

One Starts An Action Simply Because One Must Do Something.

Distracted From Distraction By Distraction

Where Is The Life We Lost In Living?

A Thousand Policemen Directing Traffic Cannot Tell You Why You Come Or Where You Go.