I Love The Laconic. Clearly, I Am

People Have Been Modeling Their Lives After Films For Years, But The Medium Is Somehow Unsuited To Moral Lessons, Cautionary Tales Or Polemics Of Any Kind.

Idle People Are Often Bored And Bored People, Unless They Sleep A Lot, Are Cruel. It Is Not Accident That Boredom And Cruelty Are Great Preoccupations In Our Time.

In Almost Every Thriller, A Point Is Reached When Someone, Usually Calling From A Phone Booth, Telephones With A Vital Piece Of Information, Which He Cannot Divulge By Phone. By The Time The Hero Arrives At The Place Where They Had Arranged To Meet, The Caller Is Dead, Or Too Near Death To Tell. There Is Never An Explanation For The Reluctance Of The Caller To Impart His Message In The First Place.

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

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