You Can Raise Welts Like Nobody Else,

I Find That People Can Pass Me On The Street Who've Just Seen My Picture In The Paper And They Wouldn't Recognize Me. If They'd Seen Me On Television, The Heads Turn. They Say, "wait A Minute. I Don't Know Who That Is, But He's Somebody.

Alas, Irreverence Has Been Subsumed By Mere Grossness, At Least In The So-called Mass Media. What We Have Now - To Quote Myself At My Most Pretentious - Is A Nimiety Of Scurrility With A Concomitant Exiguity Of Taste.

And We Will All Go Together When We Go. What A Comforting Fact That Is To Know. Universal Bereavement, An Inspiring Achievement, Yes, We Will All Go Together When We Go.

I Know That There Are People Who Do Not Love Their Fellow Man, And I Hate People Like That!

Speaking Of Love, One Problem That Recurs More And More Frequently These Days, In Books And Plays And Movies, Is The Inability Of People To Communicate With The People They Love: Husbands And Wives Who Can't Communicate, Children Who Can't Communicate With Their Parents, And So On. And The Characters In These Books And Plays And So On, And In Real Life, I Might Add, Spend Hours Bemoaning The Fact That They Can't Communicate. I Feel That If A Person Can't Communicate, The Very Least He Can Do Is To Shut Up!