Being A Child Is In Itself A

My Son Is 7 Years Old. I Am 54. It Has Taken Me A Great Many Years To Reach That Age. I Am More Respected In The Community, I Am Stronger, I Am More Intelligent And I Think I Am Better Than He Is. I Don't Want To Be A Pal, I Want To Be A Father.

The Tantrums Of Cloth-headed Celluloid Idols Are Deemed Fit For Grown-up Conversation, While Silence Settles Over Such A Truly Important Matter As Food.

Mr. Faulkner, Of Course, Is Interested In Making Your Mind Rather Than Your Flesh Creep.

One's First Book, Kiss, Home Run Is Always The Best.

Wine Is A Civilizing Agent.