If, At The Close Of Business Each

There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Couth.

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.

I Tried To Resist His Overtures, But He Plied Me With Symphonies, Quartets, Chamber Music, And Cantatas.

Fate Was Dealing From The Bottom Of The Deck.

I Guess I'm Just An Old Mad Scientist At Bottom. Give Me An Underground Laboratory, Half A Dozen Atom-smashers, And A Beautiful Girl In A Diaphanous Veil Waiting To Be Turned Into A Chimpanzee, And I Care Not Who Writes The Nation's Laws.