The More One Is Hated, I Find,

The Novel Can't Compete With Cars, The Movies, Television, And Liquor. A Guy Who's Had A Good Feed And Tanked Up On Good Wine Gives His Old Lady A Kiss After Supper And His Day Is Over. Finished.

Reason Died In 1914, November 1914 ... After That Everybody Began To Rave.

The Rich Don't Have To Kill To Eat. They Employ People, As They Call It. The Rich Don't Do Evil Themselves. They Pay. People Do All They Can To Please Them, And Everybody's Happy.

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.

Whenever They Get A Chance, Never Fear, People Make You Waste Hours And Months ... They Use You As A Wall To Bounce Their Bullshit Off Of ... Blah! And Blah! And Blahblahblah! ... You Put Up With It For An Hour, You'll Need Two Weeks To Recover ... Blah! Blah!