The Task Is Not So Much To

One Of The Pleasures Of Art Is That It Enables The Mind To Move In Unanticipated Directions, To Make Connections That May Be In Some Sense Errors But Are Fruitful Nonetheless.

The World Is Sagging, Snagging, Scaling, Spalling, Pilling, Pinging, Pitting, Warping, Checking, Fading, Chipping, Cracking, Yellowing, Leaking, Stalling, Shrinking, And In Dynamic Unbalance.

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.

Well Chaps First I'd Like To Say A Few Vile Things More Or Less At Random, Not Only Because It Is Expected Of Me But Also Because I Enjoy It.

Now It Is Necessary To Court Her, And Win Her, And Put On This Clean Dressing Gown, And Cut My Various Nails, And Drink Something That Will Kill The Millions Of Germs In My Mouth, And Say Something Flattering, And Be Witty And Bonny, And Hale And Kinky, All Just To Ease This Wrinkle In The Groin. It Seems A High Price.