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You Have To Be Eligible For Luck To Strike, And I Think That's A Matter Of Education And Preparation, And Character And All The Other Solid Attributes That Sometimes People Laugh At.

I Feel Myself The Inheritor Of A Great Background Of People. Just Who, Precisely, They Were, I Have Never Known. I Might Be Part Negro, Might Be Part Jew, Part Muslim, Part Irish. So I Can't Afford To Be Supercilious About Any Group Of People Because I May Be That People.

I Wondered How A Man Ever Got An English Girl Into Bed. What Did They Do With Her Hockey Stick?

. . . Luddites Were Those Frenzied Traditionalists Of The Early 19th Century Who Toured [england] Wrecking New Weaving Machines On The Theory That If They Were Destroyed . . . Old Jobs And Old Ways Of Life Could Be Preserved . . . At Certain Times In His Life Each Man Is Tempted To Become A Luddite, For There Is Always Something He Would Like To Go Back To. But To Be Against All Change-against Change In The Abstract-is Folly.

I Don’t Know Who My Parents Were. I Know Nothing About My Inheritance. I Could Be Jewish; I Could Be Part Negro; I Could Be Irish; I Could Be Russian. I Am Spiritually A Mix Anyway, But I Did Have A Solid Childhood Fortunately, Because Of Some Wonderful Women Who Brought Me Up. I Never Had A Father Or A Man In The House, And That Was A Loss...