The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

I bet you cook good, huh?" Darlene asked. "Mother doesn't cook," Ignatius said dogmatically. "She burns.

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

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

It's not your fate to be well treated," Ignatius cried. "You're an overt masochist. Nice treatment will confuse and destroy you.

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.

My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.