To The Uneducated, An A Is Just

Food Is A Subject Of Conversation More Spiritually Refreshing Even Than The Weather, For The Number Of Possible Remarks About The Weather Is Limited, Whereas Of Food You Can Talk On And On And On.

So - Here I Am In The Dark Alone, There's Nobody Here To See; I Think To Myself, I Play To Myself, And Nobody Knows What I Say To Myself; Here I Am In The Dark Alone, What Is It Going To Be? I Can Think Whatever I Like To Think, I Can Play Whatever I Like To Play, I Can Laugh Whatever I Like To Laugh, There's Nobody Here But Me.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

Something Feels Funny. I Must Be Thinking Too Hard.

If A Statement Is Untrue, It Is Not The More Respectable Because It Has Been Said In Latin.