In America, It Is Sport That Is

The Sinister Nature Of The American Soil Is Apparent In Places Like Gettysburg. Fertilize It With The Blood Of Heros, And It Brings Forth A Frozen-custard Stand.

Is Fuel Efficiency Really What We Need Most Desperately? I Say That What We Really Need Is A Car That Can Be Shot When It Breaks Down.

We Honor Ambition, We Reward Greed, We Celebrate Materialism, We Worship Acquisitiveness, We Commercialize Art, We Cherish Success And Then We Bark At The Young About The Gentle Arts Of The Spirit. The Kids Know That If We Really Valued Learning, We Would Pay Our Teachers What We Pay Our Lawyers And Stockbrokers. If We Valued Art, We Would Not Measure It By Its Capacity To Produce Profits. If We Regarded Literature As Important, We Would Remove It From The Celebrity Sweepstakes And Spend A Little Money On Our Libraries.

The Biographer's Problem Is That He Never Knows Enough. The Autobiographer's Problem Is That He Knows Too Much.

What The New Yorker Calls Home Would Seem Like A Couple Of Closets To Most Americans, Yet He Manages Not Only To Live There But Also To Grow Trees And Cockroaches Right On The Premises.