I Don’t Believe Man Is Woman’s Natural

The Difficulty With Becoming A Patient Is That As Soon As You Get Horizontal, Part Of Your Being Yearns, Not For A Doctor, But For A Medicine Man.

This Is What Holidays, Travels, Vacations Are About. It Is Not Really Rest Or Even Leisure We Chase. We Strain To Renew Our Capacity For Wonder To Shock Ourselves Into Astonishment Once Again.

How Is The Newcomer To Deal With Rome? What Is One To Make Of This Marble Rubble, This Milk Of Wolves, This Blood Of Caesars, This Sunrise Of Renaissance, This Baroquery Of Blown Stone, This Warm Hive Of Italians, This Antipasto Of Civilization?

The Paradox Of Reality Is That No Image Is As Compelling As The One Which Exists Only In The Mind's Eye.

The Rich Plankton Of Pop Heroes And Pop Villains On Which We Americans Are Accustomed To Feed, The Daily Media Soup Of Sports Figures, Ax Murderers, Politicians, And Rock Singers, The Ever-running River Of Celebs, Heavies, And Oddballs That We Use To Spice Up Our Own Relatively Humdrum Lives Has Of Late Become A Very Watery Gruel. Where Have All The Good Guys And Bad Guys Gone? Why Does Everyone Out There Look So Gray?