It was a different planet in 1967, the Broadway theatre. It had a little ashtray clamped to the back of every seat and the author got 10% of the gross.
Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!
Personally I am in favour of education but a university is not the place for it.
We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?
You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.
...Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that what is taken to be true. It's the currency if living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?