Shaw Writes As If It Were Always

In New York, One Must Collapse To Be Indolent.

The Telephone Gives Us The Happiness Of Being Together Yet Safely Apart.

Ideas About Life Organize Perception; Names Of Emotions Organize Sensations; Rules Of Syntax Organize Thought. But Pain Comes On Its Own.

I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over My Miseries.

The Villain May Be Good Looking, But His Smile Is Never Quite Right.