If You Expect Me To Believe That

Reality Tv Was To Me The Worst Form Of Entertainment--the Modern Equivalent Of Paying Sixpence To Watch Lunatics Howling At The Wall Down At The Local Madhouse.

Sometimes, A Word Succeeds Beyond The Wildest Dreams Of Its Creators, Like A Virus Sent Into The World To Infect Common Speech.

Mr. Mcgregor's A Nasty Piece Of Work, Isn't He? Quite The Darth Vader Of Children's Literature.

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher.

Ordinary Adults Don't Like Children To Speak Of Things That Are Denied Them By Their Own Gray Minds.