I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teen-age beach musical. I almost collapsed during the singing sequence on surfboard.

It will all end very badly, Gus

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

The heart is important at any age, I'm afraid.

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