Sublime

All men are mad but the humorist, who cares for nothing and possesses everything.

The point is, that the poor in London are not left alone, but rather deafened and bewildered with raucous and despotic advice. They are not like sheep without a shepherd. They are more like one sheep whom twenty-seven shepherds are shouting at. All the newspapers, all the new advertisements, all the new medicines and new theologies, all the glare a

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“The last time Phil saw her, she leaned over in her wheelchair and at the top of her voice said, ‘Hitler wants my pussy.’”

he had offended the daily critics in the book by referring to the New York crowd as “angleworms in a bottle” and to critics as the lice that crawl on literature;

It accounts also for the return of the virtue of politeness, for that also is a nameless thing ignored by logical codes.

The morality of most moralists ancient and modern, has been one solid and polished cataract of platitudes flowing for ever and ever.

“Before an author destroys the natural qualities of his writing—that’s

Murphy’s Law, which says that if something can go wrong it will, applies to the average sentence almost as inexorably as a law of physics. If you want a law of physics, I can commend (thanks to Grammatical Man) the Second Law of Thermodynamics, which states that the tendency of energy is to decay in usefulness—a change for the worse known as entrop