We Were Fractious And Overpaid. Our Mornings

The Main Questions Of Everyday Life Are Too Enormous To Answer In Any Definitive Sense.

I Wake Up Every Day In Order To Do Something That's Quixotic, And Not Necessarily Called For In The World, But I Do It Because There's Extraordinary Meaning For Me Behind The Effort.

I've Always Thought Things Were Absurd. It Would Take A Lot More Effort For Me To See Things As Reasonable.

Baseball Is The Slow Creation Of Something Beautiful. It Is The Almost Boringly Paced Accumulation Of What Seems Slight Or Incidental Into An Opera Of Bracing Suspense. The Game Will Threaten Never To End, Until Suddenly It Forces You To Marvel At How It Came To Be Where It Is And To Wonder At How Far It Might Go. It’s The Drowsy Metamorphosis Of The Dull Into The Indescribable.

I Think It's A Very Bad Idea For Someone To Start Writing For A Readership.