Death To All Modifiers, He Declared One

Destiny Is A Good Thing To Accept When It's Going Your Way. When It Isn't, Don't Call It Destiny; Call It Injustice, Treachery, Or Simple Bad Luck.

Suppose Everyone On Our Side Felt That Way?

How Did I Get Here? Somebody Pushed Me. Somebody Must Have Set Me Off In This Direction And Clus-ters Of Other Hands Must Have Touched Themselves To The Controls At Various Times, For I Would Not Have Picked This Way For The World.

He Was Never Without Misery, And Never Without Hope.

As Always Occurred When He Quarreled Over Principles In Which He Believed Passionately, He Would End Up Gasping Furiously For Air And Blinking Back Bitter Tears Of Conviction. There Were Many Principles In Which Clevinger Believed Passionately. He Was Crazy.