The Best Way To Live Is By

My Mother Studied English And Drama At The University Of Pennsylvania, Where My Father Studied Architecture. She Was A Great Influence In All Sorts Of Ways, A Wicked Wit.

See The Moon? It Hates Us.

The Privileged Classes Can Afford Psychoanalysis And Whiskey. Whereas All We Get Is Sermons And Sour Wine. This Is Manifestly Unfair. I Protest, Silently.

Now, Here Is The Point About The Self: It Is Insatiable. It Is Always, Always Hankering. It Is What You Might Call Rapacious To A Fault. The Great Flaming Mouth To The Thing Is Never In This World Going To Be Stuff Full.

Capitalism Places Every Man In Competition With His Fellows For A Share Of The Available Wealth. A Few People Accumulate Big Piles, But Most Do Not. The Sense Of Community Falls Victim To This Struggle.