Shaw Writes As If It Were Always

Old Age: I Fall Asleep During The Funerals Of My Friends.

Expensive Advertising Courts Us With Hints And Images. The Ordinary Kind Merely Says, Buy.

Tales Of Adultery Are Much Improved By Period Costumes.

If Your Nose Is Up In The Air, You Cannot See Where You Are Going.

Intelligence Is Predatory, But Full Of Fastidiousness And Frights.