Comedy Is Something That We Can All

In Our Truly Remarkable An Unexampled Civil Peace, Where There Are Rarely Fist Fights; Where No One Is Born, Is Gravely Ill, Or Dies; Where Meat Is Eaten But No One Sees An Animal Slaughtered; Where Scores Of Millions Of Cars, Trains, Elevators, And Airplanes Go Their Scheduled Way And There Is Rarely A Crash; Where An Immense Production Proceeds In Orderly Efficiency And The Shelves Are Duly Clears And Nevertheless None Of This Come To Joy Or Tragic Grief Or Any Other Final Good It Is Not Surprising If There Are Explosions.

The Philosophic Aim Of Education Must Be To Get Each One Out Of His Isolated Class And Into The One Humanity.

The Irony Is That In Our Decades, The Combination Of Rationalism, Asceticism, And Individualism (the So-called Protestant Ethic) Has Produced Precisely The System Of Boondoggling, Luxury-consumption, And Status.

For Mankind, Speech With A Capital S Is Especially Meaningful And Committing, More Than The Content Communicated. The Outcry Of The Newborn And The Sound Of The Bells Are Fraught With Mystery More Than The Baby's Woeful Face Or The Venerable Tower.

A Well-known Magazine Asks A Man How They Should Refer To Him, As Psychologist X, As Author X? He Suggests Man Of Letters, For That Is What He Is, In The Eighteenth-century Meaning. But They Can't Buy That Because The Word Doesn't Exist In Time-style; He Cannot Be That, And Presumably The Old Function Of Letters Cannot Exist.