Stop Worrying, Nobody Gets Out Of This

It Is Almost Better To Be An Impulse Shirt-buyer Than An Impulse Shoe-buyer. I Have Worn Shirts That Made People Think I Was A Retired Mafia Hit-man Or A Yugoslavian Sports Convener From Split, But I Have Worn Shoes That Made People Think I Was Insane.

The Streets, At Least In This Part Of Town, Seemed Impossibly Clean In Comparison To London. The Public Telephones Were Unvandalised. For A London Telephone Booth To Look Like That It Would Have To Be Guarded Around The Clock By The Sas.

Television Is Simultaneously Blamed, Often By The Same People, For Worsening The World And For Being Powerless To Change It.

You Should Never Trust Anyone Who Listens To Mahler Before They're Forty.

What Is Camille Paglia Doing, Writing That An Actress As Gifted As Anne Heche Has The Mental Depth Of A Pancake? How Many Pancake Brains Could Do What Heche Did With David Mamet's Dialogue In Wag The Dog? No Doubt Heche Has Been Stuck With A Few Bad Gigs, But Paglia, Of All People, Must Be Well Aware That Being An Actress Is Not The Same Safe Ride As Being The Tenured University Professor Of Humanities And Media Studies At The University Of The Arts In Philadelphia.