Ours Must Be The First Age Whose

On Any Morning These Days Whole Segments Of The Population Wake Up To Find Themselves Famous, While, To Keep Matters Shipshape, Whole Contingents Of Celebrities Wake Up To Find Themselves Forgotten.

It Is One Of The Sublime Provincialities Of New York That Its Inhabitants Lap Up Trivial Gossip About Essential Nobodies They've Never Set Eyes On, While Continuing To Boast That They Could Live Somewhere For Twenty Years Without So Much As Exchanging Pleasantries With Their Neighbors Across The Hall.

A Great Maxim Of Personal Responsibility And Mature Achievement: "do It Yourself" Is Now The Enthroned Cliche For Being Occupied With Nonessentials.

Old Age Is An Excellent Time For Outrage. My Goal Is To Say Or Do At Least One Outrageous Thing Every Week.

The Technique Of Winning Is So Shoddy, The Terms Of Winning Are So Ignoble, The Tenure Of Winning Is So Brief; And The Specter Of The Has-been-a Shameful Rather Than A Pitiable Sight Today-brings A Sudden Chill Even To Our Sunlit Moments.