There's Some Brain Damage, But It May

That Was Exciting To Be Able To Comment On Civil Rights. I Mean, The Civil Rights Movement That Young People Don't Know About Today, But Martin Luther King Was Considered By The Establishment Press In The Early Years Of The Sit-in Movement As A Dangerous Man, And He Was The Equivalent At That Time As Malcolm X. And He Was Told To Stop His Demonstrations; They Were Against The Law And All Of That. Now That He's Sainted And Sanctified We've Forgotten.

If You Are Not Able To Communicate Successfully Between Yourself And Yourself, How Are You Supposed To Make It With The Strangers Outside?

When People Started Reading Me And Talking To Me About The Work, They Didn't Say How Funny, Or How Satiric, Or How Brilliant, Or How This Or How That, They Said, How'd You Get Away With It? How'd You Get That Into Print?

I Was Never Interested In The Two-party System Per Se. I Was Interested In How Authority Was Abused By Government, And How Lies Were Told, And Rewritten, To Seem To Be True. I Came Up Out Of A Tradition Of Radical Journalism.

My Success Was The Shock Of Recognition, Probably, Rather Than The Quality Of The Work. I Mean, The Quality May Have Been Fine, But There's A Lot Of Fine Work Out There. It Was The Fact That I Was Doing Something That At That Time, Nobody Else Was Doing, Except For Say, Mort Saul Out In San Francisco On The Hungry Eye, And "second City" Was Emerging Out In Chicago. Nothing In Print. It Was Basically Happening In Cabaret And Nothing In Fiction. And Certainly Nothing In New York In Cartoons.