Western Man Is Schizophrenic.

But Some Of Us Are Beginning To Pull Well Away, In Our Irritation, From...the Exquisite Tasters, The Vintage Snobs, The Three-star Michelin Gourmets. There Is, We Feel, A Decent Area Somewhere Between Boiled Carrots And Beluga Caviare, Sour Plonk And Chateau Lafitte, Where We Can Take Care Of Our Gullets And Bellies Without Worshipping Them.

I Can't Help Feeling Wary When I Hear Anything Said About The Masses. First You Take Their Faces From 'em By Calling 'em The Masses And Then You Accuse 'em Of Not Having Any Faces.

In Plain Words: Now That Britain Has Told The World That She Has The H-bomb She Should Announce As Early As Possible That She Has Done With It, That She Proposes To Reject In All Circumstances Nuclear Warfare.

To Put Failure Behind You, Face Up To It.

Those No-sooner-have-i-touched-the-pillow People Are Past My Comprehension. There Is Something Bovine About Them.