It's A Shame To Be Caught Up

I Admired The English Immensely For All That They Had Endured, And They Were Certainly Honorable, And Stopped Their Cars For Pedestrians, And Called You “sir” And “madam,” And So On. But After A Week There, I Began To Feel Wild. It Was Those Ruddy English Faces, So Held In By Duty, The Sense Of “what Is Done” And “what Is Not Done,” And Always Swigging Tea And Chirping, That Made Me Want To Scream Like A Hyena

Upon Reflection, I Decided I Had Three Main Weaknesses: I Was Confused (evidenced By A Lack Of Facts, An Inability To Coordinate My Thoughts, And An Inability To Verbalize My Ideas); I Had A Lack Of Confidence, Which Cause Me To Back Down From Forcefully Stated Positions; And I Was Overly Emotional At The Expense Of Careful, 'scientific' Though. I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still Discovering Who I Was.

Because Of Media Hype And Woefully Inadequate Information, Too Many People Nowadays Are Deathly Afraid Of Their Food, And What Does Fear Of Food Do To The Digestive System? ... I, For One, Would Much Rather Swoon Over A Few Thin Slices Of Prime Beefsteak, Or One Small Serving Of Chocolate Mousse, Or A Sliver Of Foie Gras Than Indulge To The Full On Such Nonentities As Fat-free Gelatin Puddings.

I Would Far Prefer To Have Things Happen As They Naturally Do, Such As The Mousse Refusing To Leave The Mold, The Potatoes Sticking To The Skillet, The Apple Charlotte Slowly Collapsing. One Of The Secrets Of Cooking Is To Learn To Correct Something If You Can, And Bear With It If You Cannot.

The Secret Of A Happy Marriage Is Finding The Right Person. You Know They're Right If You Love To Be With Them All The Time.