Razzy Was Insulting Me Silently Somehow.

No Illusion Is More Crucial Than The Illusion That Great Success And Huge Money Buy You Immunity From The Common Ills Of Mankind, Such As Cars That Won't Start.

I Hate Rude Behavior In A Man,' He Explained In His Quiet, Unassuming Drawl. 'i Won't Tolerate It.' He Politely Tipped His Hat, And Rode Away.

Obviously, Where Art Has It Over Life Is In The Matter Of Editing. Life Can Be Seen To Suffer From A Drastic Lack Of Editing. It Stops Too Quick, Or Else It Goes On Too Long. Worse, Its Pacing Is Erratic. Some Chapters Are Little More Than A Few Sentences In Length, While Others Stretch Into Volumes. Life, For All Its Raw Talent, Has Little Sense Of Structure. It Creates Amazing Textures, But It Can't Be Counted On For Snappy Beginnings Or Good Endings Either. Indeed, In Many Cases No Ending Is Provided At All.

Books Can Accommodate The Proximity Of Computers But It Doesn't Seem To Work The Other Way Around. Computers Now Literally Drive Out Books From The Place That Should, By Definition, Be Books' Own Home: The Library.

Razzy Was Insulting Me Silently Somehow.