This Ain't A War... It's A Goddam

The People Of The United States Have Been Fortunate In Many Things. One Of The Things In Which We Have Been Most Fortunate Has Been That So Far, Due Perhaps To Certain Basic Virtues In Our Traditional Ways Of Doing Things, We Have Managed To Keep The Crisis Of Western Civilization, Which Has Devastated The Rest Of The World And In Which We Are As Much Involved As Anybody, More Or Less At Arm's Length.

Eh Bien You Like This Sacred Pig Of A Country?" Asked Marco. "why Not? I Like It Anywhere. It's All The Same, In France You Are Paid Badly And Live Well; Here You Are Paid Well And Live Badly.

The Man Who Invented Eskimo Pie Made A Million Dollars, So One Is Told, But E.e. Cummings, Whose Verse Has Been Appearing Off Andon For Three Years Now, And Whose Experiments Should Not Be More Appalling To Those Interested In Poetry Than The Experiment Of Surrounding Ice-cream With A Layer Of Chocolate Was To Those Interested In Soda Fountains, Has Hardly Made A Dent In The Doughy Minds Of Our So-called Poetry Lovers.

Hemingway Always Used To Bawl Me Out For Including So Much Topical Stuff. He Always Claimed That Was A Great Mistake, That In Fifty Years Nobody Would Understand. He May Have Been Right; It's Getting To Be True.

When The Typewriter Stops In A New York Office Everybody's Embarrassed; Men Start To Quarrel Or To Make Love To The Stenographer Or Drop Lighted Cigarettes In The Wastebasket.