Work Is A Form Of Nervousness.

Next To An Old-fashioned Church Social, Or Possibly A Monster Bridge Party, There Is No Buzz Which Can Equal The Sibilant Buzz Ofa Matinée.

The Ultimate Day Really Begins The Night Before, When You Sit Up Until One O'clock Trying To Get Things Into Trunk And Bags. This Is When You Discover The Well-known Fact That Summer Air Swells Articles To Twice Or Three Times Their Original Size.

If Only Those Old Walls Could Talk...how Boring They Would Be.

The Naturalistic Literature Of This Country Has Reached Such A State That No Family Of Characters Is Considered True To Life Whichdoes Not Include At Least Two Hypochondriacs, One Sadist, And One Old Man Who Spills Food Down The Front Of His Vest.

Most Personal Correspondence Of Today Consists Of Letters The First Half Of Which Are Given Over To An Indexed Statement Of Why The Writer Hasn't Written Before, Followed By One Paragraph Of Small Talk, With The Remainder Devoted To Reasons Why It Is Imperative That The Letter Be Brought To A Close.