The Role Of Humour Is To Make

All I Know Of Birds To This Date Is That Sparrows Are The Ones That Are Not Pigeons.

Sadly, As With So Much About History's Heroes, It's The Spotting Of Potential Fame That's The Difficulty, Whether It's Publishing Their Poems, Hanging Their Paintings, Or Buying Their Old Underwear. Think Of The Great Men Whose Lives Passed In Penury And Hacking Coughs Due To Public Unawareness That Their Littlest Possession Would End Up At Sothebys Or The Basement At Fort Knox.

In The Days When The Keepers Of The House Shall Tremble, And The Strong Men Shall Bow Themselves, And The Grinders Cease Because They Are Few, And Those That Look Out Of The Windows Be Darkened, I Know One Boy Who Won't Be Sweating. I Intend To Raise My Coffin-lid Briskly, Throw A Few Things Into An Overnight Bag, And, Whistling Something Appropriate, Prepare To Meet My Maker.

Can Anything Match That First Fine Discovery Of The Telephone And All It Stood For? That First Realization That, Contained Within Ten Simple Digits, Lay The Infinitely Possible? Out There ... Lay Six Billion Ears, All The People In The World Available For Contact And Mystery And Insult, Unable To Resist The Beckoning Of One Small And Villainous Forefinger.

A Humorist Tells Himself Every Morning, "i Hope It's Going To Be A Rough Day." When Things Are Going Well, It's Much Harder To Make The Right Jokes.