That's American English For You: More Roots

A Good Heavy Book Holds You Down. It's An Anchor That Keeps You From Getting Up And Having Another Gin And Tonic.

I Do Not Know What The Cat Can Have Eaten. Usually I Know Exactly What The Cat Has Eaten. Not Only Have I Fed It To The Cat, At The Cat's Insistence, But The Cat Has Thrown It Up On The Rug, And Someone Has Tracked It All Over Onto The Other Rug. I Do Not Know Why Cats Are Such Habitual Vomiters. They Do Not Seem To Enjoy It, Judging By The Sounds They Make While They Are Doing It. It's Their Nature. A Dog Is Going To Bark. A Cat Is Going To Vomit.

I Think Writer's Block Is Simply The Dread That You Are Going To Write Something Horrible. But As A Writer, I Believe That If You Sit Down At The Keys Long Enough, Sooner Or Later Something Will Come Out.

That's American English For You: More Roots Than A Mangrove Swamp.

Even Intellectuals Should Have Learned By Now That Objective Rationality Is Not The Default Position Of The Human Mind, Much Less The Bedrock Of Human Affairs.