Laughter On American Television Has Taken The

Santa Barbara Is A Paradise; Disneyland Is A Paradise; The U.s. Is A Paradise. Paradise Is Just Paradise. Mournful, Monotonous, And Superficial Though It May Be, It Is Paradise. There Is No Other.

In Years To Come Cities Will Stretch Out Horizontally And Will Be Non-urban (los Angeles). After That, They Will Bury Themselves In The Ground And Will No Longer Have Names. Everything Will Become Infrastructure Bathed In Artificial Light And Energy. The Brilliant Superstructure, The Crazy Verticality Will Have Disappeared. New York Is The Final Fling Of This Baroque Verticality, This Centrifugal Excentricity, Before The Horizontal Dismantling Arrives, And The Subterranean Implosion That Will Follow.

A Society Which Allows An Abominable Event To Burgeon From Its Dung Heap And Grow On Its Surface Is Like A Man Who Lets A Fly Crawl Unheeded Across His Face Or Saliva Dribble From His Mouth -- Either Epileptic Or Dead.

Americans May Have No Identity, But They Do Have Wonderful Teeth.

Smile And Others Will Smile Back. Smile To Show How Transparent, How Candid You Are. Smile If You Have Nothing To Say. Most Of All, Do Not Hide The Fact You Have Nothing To Say Nor Your Total Indifference To Others. Let This Emptiness, This Profound Indifference Shine Out Spontaneously In Your Smile.