Art's Too Long And Life's Too Short.

The Word Career Is A Divisive Word. It's A Word That Divides The Normal Life From Business Or Professional Life.

In The Park I Met Other Women And I Started To Get Interested In Their Lives. I Developed A Lot Of Pressure To Talk About Women's Lives, And Children's Lives, Too. Children Interest Me Tremendously.

My Language Limitations Here Are Real. My Vocabulary Is Adequate For Writing Notes And Keeping Journals But Absolutely Useless For An Active Moral Life. If I Really Knew This Language, There Would Surely Be In My Head, As There Is In Webster's Or The Dictionary Of American Slang, That Unreducible Verb Designed To Tell A Person Like Me What To Do Next.

Most Of The Womens Libbers I Knew Really Didnt Want To Have A Piece Of The Mens Pie. They Thought That Pie Was Kind Of Poisonous, Toxic, Really Full Of Weapons, Poison Gases, All Kinds Of Mean Junk We Didnt Even Want A Slice Of.

Just When I Most Needed Important Conversation, A Sniff Of The Man-wide World, That Is, At Least One Brainy Companion Who Could Translate My Friendly Language Into His Tongue Of Undying Carnal Love, I Was Forced To Lounge In Our Neighborhood Park, Surrounded By Children.