Dawn Was Breaking, Like The Light From

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.

Laughter Is Born Out Of The Discovery Of The Contradictory.

The Virtue Of Dress Rehearsals Is That They Are A Free Show For A Select Group Of Artists And Friends Of The Author, And Where For One Unique Evening The Audience Is Almost Expurgated Of Idiots.

It Is Because The Public Are A Mass Inert, Obtuse, And Passive That They Need To Be Shaken Up From Time To Time So That We Can Tell From Their Bear-like Grunts Where They Are And Also Where They Stand. They Are Pretty Harmless, In Spite Of Their Numbers, Because They Are Fighting Against Intelligence.