I'm A Hollywood Writer, So I Put

Prejudice Is A Raft Onto Which The Shipwrecked Mind Clambers And Paddles To Safety.

There Was A Land Of Cavaliers And Cotton Fields Called The Old South. Here In This Pretty World, Gallantry Took Its Last Bow. Here Was The Last Ever To Be Seen Of Knights And Their Ladies Fair, Of Master And Of Slave. Look For It Only In Books, For It Is No More Than A Dream Remembered, A Civilization Gone With The Wind.

Chicago Is A Sort Of Journalistic Yellowstone Park, Offering Haven To A Last Herd Of Fantastic Bravos.

I Know That A Man Who Shows Me His Wealth Is Like The Beggar Who Shows Me His Poverty; They Are Both Looking For Alms From Me, The Rich Man For The Alms Of My Envy, The Poor Man For The Alms Of My Guilt.

Despite All Our Toil And Progress, The Art Of Medicine Still Falls Somewhere Between Trout Casting And Spook Writing.