If You Can't Annoy Somebody,

It's Never Pleasant To Have One's Unquestioning Beliefs Put In Their Historical Context, As I Know From Experience, I Can Assure You.

Work Was Like Cats Were Supposed To Be: If You Disliked And Feared It And Tried To Keep Out If Its Way, It Knew At Once And Sought You Out And Jumped On Your Lap And Climbed All Over You To Show How Much It Loved You. Please God, He Thought, Don't Let Me Die In Harness.

Hangover Cure: Rigorous Sex, Hydration, Hot Bath, Then "go Up For Half An Hour In An Open Aeroplane. (needless To Say, With A Non-hungover Person At The Controls)."

The World That Seemed So Various And New, Well, It Does Contract. One's Burning Desire To Investigate Human Behavior, And To Make, Or Imply, Statements About It, Does Fall Off. And So One Does Find That Early Works Are Full Of Energy And Also Full Of Vulgarity, Crudity, And Incompetence, And Later Works Are More Carefully Finished, And In That Sense Better Literary Products. But . . . There's Often A Freshness That Is Missing In Later Works--for Every Gain There's A Loss. I Think It Evens Out In That Way.

Cats Are Only Human, They Have Their Faults.