Objectivity? I've Always Had An Objective.

In Childbirth, As In Other Human Endeavors, Fashions Start With The Rich, Are Then Adopted By The Aspirant Middle Class With An Assist From The Ever-watchful Media, And May Or May Not Eventually Filter Down To The Poor.

Picking Other People's Brains Is An Art Worth Cultivating.

Alas, Poor Yorick! How Surprised He Would Be To See How His Counterpart Of Today Is Whisked Off To A Funeral Parlor And Is In Short Order Sprayed, Sliced, Pierced, Pickled, Trussed, Trimmed, Creamed, Waxed, Painted, Rouged And Neatly Dressed - Transformed From A Common Corpse Into A Beautiful Memory Picture.

The Prison System, Inherently Unjust And Inhumane, Is The Ultimate Expression Of Injustice And Inhumanity In The Society At Large.

Knowing Few Children Of My Age With Whom To Compare Notes, I Envied The Children Of Literature To Whom Interesting Things Were Always Happening.