The Satiric Ethos Of Mad Was A

I Probably Read Harriet The Spy About 70,000 Times.

Watching Everyone Root Through Their Psyche, It Just Delights Me. Especially R. Crumb's Stuff.

Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits. I Despised Girls' Clothing, I Couldn't Wait To Get Home From School And Get Out Of It. The Last Thing I Wanted To Read Was Minute Descriptions Of Nancy's Frocks.

Who Embalms The Undertaker When He Dies?

I Suppose That A Lifetime Spent Hiding One's Erotic Truth Could Have A Cumulative Renunciatory Effect. Sexual Shame Is In Itself A Kind Of Death.