Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.

Too much Chablis can make you whablis.

But all ladies think they weigh too much.

A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

The dog is man's best friend. He has a tail on one end. Up in front he has teeth. And four legs underneath.

An occasional lucky guess as to what makes a wife tick is the best a man can hope for, Even then, no sooner has he learned how to cope with the tick than she tocks.

Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit. So here we are several billion of us, crowded into our global concentration camp for the duration. How are we to survive? Solemnity is not the answer, any more than witless and irresponsible frivolity is. I think our best chance lies in humor, which in this case means a wry acceptance of our predicament. We don't have to like it but we can at least recognize its ridiculous aspects, one of which is ourselves.