We Old Roosters Must Be Cautious. Don't

Fate Was Dealing From The Bottom Of The Deck.

I Used To Pride Myself On Being Impervious To The Sentimentalities Of Soap Opera, But When That Loveliest Of Actresses, Rachel Gurney, Of Upstairs, Downstairs, Perished On The Titanic, I Wept So Convulsively And Developed Such Anorexia That I Had To Be Force-fed.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.

In Pulp Fiction It Is A Rigid Convention That The Hero's Shoulders And The Heroine's Balcon Constantly Threaten To Burst Their Bonds, A Possibility Which Keeps The Audience In A State Of Tense Expectancy. Unfortunately For The Fans, However, Recent Tests Reveal That The Wisp Of Chiffon Which Stands Between The Publisher And The Postal Laws Has The Tensile Strength Of Drop-forged Steel.