True And Baseless Evil Is

Everything Comes To An End. A Good Bottle Of Wine, A Summer’s Day, A Long-running Sitcom, One’s Life, And Eventually Our Species. The Question For Many Of Us Is Not That Everything Will Come To An End But When. And Can We Do Anything Vaguely Useful Until It Does?

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher. Overlong, Detailed To The Point Of Distraction-and Ultimately, Without A Major Resolution.

I Suggest We Depict Penguins As Callous And Unfeeling Creatures Who Insist On Bringing Up Their Children In What Is Little More Than A Large Chest Freezer.

You Have Many Fine Qualities That I Admire. But You Are Out Of Time. You Should Have Been Born A Century Ago, When Values Such As Yours Meant Something.

I Would So Hate To Be A First-person Character! Always On Your Guard, Always Having People Read Your Thoughts!