Too Many Of Our Countrymen Rejoice In

Wracked With A Hangover I Do My Muttering Over A Black Velvet, A Union Of Champagne And Stout. Don't Be Swindled Into Believing There's Any Cure For A Hangover. I've Tried Them All: Iced Tomatoes, Hot Clam Juice, Brandy Peaches. Like The Common Cold It Defies Solution. Time Alone Can Stay It. The Hair Of The Dog? That Way Lies Folly. It's As Logical As Trying To Put Out A Fire With Applications Of Kerosene.

Do You Know What My Ambition Is In Life? To Be Without Ambition. As Far Back As I Can Remember I've Been Absolutely Hag-ridden. I'd Like To Attain The State Of Mind That The Indians Call Nirvana. That, For Me, Would Happen If I Were Free Of Ambition.

A Frozen Daiquiri Of A Scorching Afternoon Is Soothing. It Makes Living More Tolerable.

There Have Only Been Two Authentic Geniuses In The World, Willie Mays And Willie Shakespeare And I Think You'd Better Put Shakespeare First, Darling.

Of Course Cocaine Is Not Adictive, Darling. I Should Know, I've Been Doing It For Years.