Fear . . . Is Forward. No

Did I Throw The Most Important Thing Perhaps, By Accident, Away?

Self-pity” Is Just Sadness, I Think, In The Pejorative.

A Favorite Strategy Was The Paragraph-terminating: Right? Followed Immediately By Wrong. This Linear Invitation To A Mugging Was Considered A Strategy Of Wit.

The Radical Intelligence In The Moderate Position Is The Only Place Where The Center Holds. Or So It Seems.

There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.