The Only Cure For A Real Hangover

I Know I'm Drinking Myself To A Slow Death, But Then I'm In No Hurry.

The Only Cure For A Real Hangover Is Death.

But Compared With The Task Of Selecting A Piece Of French Pastry Held By An Impatient Waiter A Move In Chess Is Like Reaching For A Salary Check In Its Demand On The Contemplative Faculties.

[reviewing The New York City Telephone Directory] But It Is The Opinion Of The Present Reviewer That The Weakness Of Plot Is Due To The Great Number Of Characters Which Clutter Up The Pages. The Russian School Is Responsible For This.

But Ice-crunching And Loud Gum-chewing, Together With Drumming On Tables, And Whistling The Same Tune 70 Times In Succession, Because They Indicate An Indifference On The Part Of The Perpetrator To The Rest Of The World In General, Are Not Only Registered On The Delicate Surfaces Of The Brain But Eat Little Holes In It Until It Finally Collapses Or Blows Up.