I Can Say That Even In The

He Comic Page Is Dying; I Didn't Want To Go With It.

Dear Lord, I've Been Asked, Nay Commanded, To Thank Thee For The Christmas Turkey Before Us... A Turkey Which Was No Doubt A Lively, Intelligent Bird... A Social Being... Capable Of Actual Affection... Nuzzling Its Young With Almost Human- Like Compassion. Anyway, It's Dead And We're Gonna Eat It. Please Give Our Respects To Its Family.

Some Of Us Find Our Lives Abridged Even Before The Paperback Comes Out.

If Nothing Is Serious Anymore, Then There's Nothing To Satirize.

I Will Go To My Grave In A State Of Abject Endless Fascination That We All Have The Capacity To Become Emotionally Involved With A Personality That Doesn't Exist.