The Moment A Man Begins

In Everything That Can Be Called Art There Is A Quality Of Redemption.

There Is No Trap So Deadly As The Trap You Set For Yourself.

California, The Department Store State.

A Nice State Of Affairs When A Man Has To Indulge His Vices By Proxy.

The Overall Picture, As The Boys Say, Is Of A Degraded Community Whose Idealism Even Is Largely Fake. The Pretentiousness, The Bogus Enthusiasm, The Constant Drinking, The Incessant Squabbling Over Money, The All-pervasive Agent, The Strutting Of The Big Shots (and Their Usually Utter Incompetence To Achieve Anything They Start Out To Do), The Constant Fear Of Losing All This Fairy Gold And Being The Nothing They Have Never Ceased To Be, The Snide Tricks, The Whole Damn Mess Is Out Of This World.