In The Garden Of Tabloid Delight, There

Wars Might Come And Go, But The Seven O'clock News Lives Forever.

The State Of Perpetual Emptiness Is, Of Course, Very Good For Business.

The World Goes On As Before, And It Turns Out That Nobody Else Seems To To Notice The Unbearable Lightness Of Being.

Most Of The Ladies And Gentlemen Who Mourn The Passing Of The Nation's Leaders Wouldn't Know A Leader If They Saw One. If They Had The Bad Luck To Come Across A Leader, They Would Find Out That He Might Demand Something From Them, And This Impertinence Would Put An Abrupt And Indignant End To Their Wish For His Return.

Now That Mr. Carter Has Made A Book Of His Diary, An Adoring Memoir Entitled Keeping Faith, The Notes Read Like A Collection Of Letters Sent From Scout Camp.