Like The Majority Of Deaf People, I

Frankly, Despite My Horror Of The Press, I'd Love To Rise From The Grave Every Ten Years Or So And Go Buy A Few Newspapers.

If Alcohol Is Queen, Then Tobacco Is Her Consort. It's A Fond Companion For All Occasions, A Loyal Friend Through Fair Weather And Foul.

Luis Bunuel's Two Semishort Surrealist Hand Grenades (cowritten In Varying Degrees With Salvador Dali) Make A Double Bill That Can Restore Your Faith In The Subversions Of Youth. Pure Spanish-parisian Piss And Vinegar.

Thank God, I Am Still An Atheist.

Repeat, Over And Over Again, In Case Anyone Forgets It Or Believes The Contrary, That We Do Not Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds.