Farce Is Tragedy Played At A Thousand

Dying Is A Matter Of Slapstick And Pratfalls. The Ageing Process Is Not Gradual Or Gentle. It Rushes Up, Pushes You Over And Runs Off Laughing. No One Should Grow Old Who Isn't Ready To Appear Ridiculous.

Writing About The Indignities Of Old Age: The Daunting Stairway To The Restaurant Restroom, The Benefits Of A Wheelchair In Airports And Its Disadvantages At Cocktail Parties, Giving The User What He Described As A Child's-eye View Of The Party And A Crotch-level View Of The Guests. Dying Is A Matter Of Slapstick And Pratfalls. The Aging Process Is Not Gradual Or Gentle. It Rushes Up, Pushes You Over And Runs Off Laughing. No One Should Grow Old Who Isn't Ready To Appear Ridiculous.

All The Flower Children Were As Alike As A Congress Of Accountants And About As Interesting.

No Power On Earth, However, Can Abolish The Merciless Class Distinction Between Those Who Are Physically Desirable And The Lonely, Pallid, Spotted, Silent, Unfancied Majority.

The People Look Forbidding, Solemn, Marked By That Impossible Ideal, Communism, Which, Like Christianity, Seemed To Demand Too Much Of Humanity And, Falling Into The Wrong Hands, Led Too Easily To Horrible Brutality.