If You Intend To Die, You Can

A Book Cover Is A Distillation. It Is A Haiku Of The Story.

Hey, Have You Heard That One About The Difference Between Me, Wit, And My Loutish Cousin, Hilarity? No? Okay, So I Walk Into A Bar, You See, Very Unassuming, And Order A Martini. Then The Bartender, Hilarity, Hauls Off And Squirts Me In The Face With A Seltzer Bottle, Ruining My N Ice New Camel Hair Suit, Dousing My Monocle And My Watch Fob, Soaking My Cravat. So, Do I Let Him Have What For, And Blow My Top? I Do Not. I Simply Say: Sorry, I Believe I Said 'very Dry'.

Much Is To Be Gained By Ebooks: Ease, Convenience, Portability. But Something Is Definitely Lost: Tradition, A Sensual Experience, The Comfort Of Thingy-ness - A Little Bit Of Humanity.

If You Can Properly Define The Problem, Then You've Already Defined The Solution As Well.

Never Fall In Love With An Idea. They're Whores.