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There Is Nothing As Dull As An Intellectual Ally After A Certain Age.

They're A Symbol Of The Whole Town, Pretending To Fight, Love, Weep And Laugh All The Time - And They're Phonies, All Of Them. And I Head The List...their Phony Hearts Were Dripping With The Milk Of Human Kindness.

Time Is A Circus, Always Packing Up And Moving Away.

Chicago Is A Sort Of Journalistic Yellowstone Park, Offering Haven To A Last Herd Of Fantastic Bravos.

Love Is A Hole In The Heart.