There Is Such A Thing

He Bit His Lip In A Manner Which Immediately Awakened My Maternal Sympathy, And I Helped Him Bite It.

This Medal (the National Book Award) Together With My American Express Card, Will Identify Me Worldwide ... Except At Bloomingdale's.

Only The Scenario Writers Are Exempt. These Are Tied Between The Tails Of Two Spirited Caucasian Ponies, Which Are Then Driven Off In Opposite Directions. This Custom Is Called A Conference.

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.

I Loathe Writing. On The Other Hand I'm A Great Believer In Money.