I'm Half Scotch-irish On Both Sides, And

He Bit His Lip In A Manner Which Immediately Awakened My Maternal Sympathy, And I Helped Him Bite It.

If, At The Close Of Business Each Evening, I Myself Can Understand What I've Written, I Feel The Day Hasn't Been Totally Wasted.

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.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

English Life, While Very Pleasant, Is Rather Bland. I Expected Kindness And Gentility And I Found It, But There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Couth.