The Victorians Needed Parody. Without It Their

You Frequently Ask, Where Are The Friends Of Your Childhood, And Urge That They Shall Be Brought Back To You. As Far As I Am Able To Learn, Those Of Your Friends Who Are Not In Jail Are Still Right There In Your Native Village. You Point Out That They Were Wont To Share Your Gambols, If So, You Are Certainly Entitled To Have Theirs Now.

What We Call Creative Work, Ought Not To Be Called Work At All, Because It Isn't. I Imagine That Thomas Edison Never Did A Day's Work In His Last Fifty Years.

A Lone Maple Leaf Resting On Sand Have You Ever Been Out For A Late Autumn Walk In The Closing Part Of The Afternoon, And Suddenly Looked Up To Realize That The Leaves Have Practically All Gone? And The Sun Has Set And The Day Gone Before You Knew It, And With That A Cold Wind Blows Across The Landscape? That's Retirement.

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.

In Earlier Times They Had No Statistics And So They Had To Fall Back On Lies. Hence The Huge Exaggerations Of Primitive Literature, Giants, Miracles, Wonders! It's The Size That Counts. They Did It With Lies And We Do It With Statistics: But It's All The Same.