When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

The human desire for food and sex is relatively equal. If there are armed rapes, why should there not be armed hot dog thefts?

Once a person was asked to step into this brutal century, anything could happen

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.

you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.

It smells terrible in here.' Well, what do you expect? The human body, when confined, produces certain odors which we tend to forget in this age of deodorants and other perversions. Actually, I find the atmosphere of this room rather comforting. Schiller needed the scent of apples rotting in his desk in order to write. I, too, have my needs. You may remember that Mark Twain preferred to lie supinely in bed while composing those rather dated and boring efforts which contemporary scholars try to prove meaningful. Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive.