It Is Safest To Shut Up And

The Young Cult Of Sociology, Needing A Language, Invented One. There Are Many Dead Languages, But The Sociologists' Is The Only Language That Was Dead At Birth.

I Am Sitting Here 93 Million Miles From The Sun On A Rounded Rock Which Is Spinning At The Rate Of 1000 Miles An Hour... And My Head Pointing Down Into Space With Nothing Between Me And Infinity But Something Called Gravity Which I Can't Even Understand, And Which You Can't Even Buy Any Place So As To Have Some Stored Away For A Gravityless Day.

Newspaper People, Once Celebrated As Founts Of Ribald Humor And Uncouth Fun, Have Of Late Lost All Their Gaiety, And Small Wonder.

When Sudden Death Takes A President, Opportunities For New Beginnings Flourish Among The Ambitious And The Tensions Among Such People Can Be Dramatic, As They Were When President Kennedy Was Killed.

It Is Safest To Shut Up And Pay, Which Is What I Shall Eventually Do, Though I Shall Hate Having To Sell The Children.