I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me

The Theater, Bringing Impersonal Masks To Life, Is Only For Those Who Are Virile Enough To Create New Life: Either As A Conflict Of Passions Subtler Than Those We Already Know, Or As A Complete New Character.

It Is One Of The Great Joys Of Home Ownership To Fire A Pistol In One's Own Bedroom

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.

It Is Because The Public Are A Mass Inert, Obtuse, And Passive That They Need To Be Shaken Up From Time To Time So That We Can Tell From Their Bear-like Grunts Where They Are And Also Where They Stand. They Are Pretty Harmless, In Spite Of Their Numbers, Because They Are Fighting Against Intelligence.