The Sentence Im Reading Is Terrific.

His Eldest Sister (who Modestly Prefers To Be Identified Here As A Tuckahoe Homemaker) Has Asked Me To Describe Him As Looking Like 'the Blue-eyed Jewish-irish Mohican Scout Who Died In Your Arms At The Roulette Table At Monte Carlo.

God, How I Still Love Private Readers. It’s What We All Used To Be.

Let's Just Try To Have A Marvelous Time This Weekend. I Mean Not Try To Analyze Everything To Death For Once, If Possible. Especially Me. I Love You.

I Felt So Lonesome, All Of A Sudden. I Almost Wished I Was Dead.

Listen, If You're Not Going To Be A Nun Or Something, You Might As Well Laugh.