Until Quite Recently Dance In America Was

Good Drama Should Sandpaper The Mind.

Natural Villains Are Hard To Come By, What With All The Shrinks And Social-scientist Types Threatening To Understand Everybody Into The Ground.

Rome's Riches Are In Too Immediate Juxtaposition. Under The Lid Of Awful August Heat, One Moves Dizzily From Church To Palace To Fountain To Ruin, A Single Fly At A Banquet, Not Knowing Where To Light.

The Metabolism Of A Consumer Society Requires It Continually To Eat And Excrete, Every Day Throwing Itself Away In Plastic Bags.

A Handwritten, Personal Letter Has Become A Genuine Modern-day Luxury, Like A Child's Pony Ride.