Along With Being Forever On The Move,

Ours Must Be The First Age Whose Great Goal, On A Nonmaterial Plane, Is Not Fulfillment But Adjustment; And Perhaps Just Such A Goal Has Served As Maladjustment's Weapon.

It Is One Of The Sublime Provincialities Of New York That Its Inhabitants Lap Up Trivial Gossip About Essential Nobodies They've Never Set Eyes On, While Continuing To Boast That They Could Live Somewhere For Twenty Years Without So Much As Exchanging Pleasantries With Their Neighbors Across The Hall.

Today's Competitiveness, So Much Imposed From Without, Is Exhausting, Not Exhilarating; Is Unending-a Part Of One's Social Life, One's Solitude, One's Sleep, One's Sleeplessness.

We Might Define An Eccentric As A Man Who Is A Law Unto Himself, And A Crank As One Who, Having Determined What The Law Is, Insists On Laying It Down To Others.

It Is The Gossip Columnist's Business To Write About What Is None Of His Business.