Apparently I am pushing a jinx about the streets. I am certain that I can do better with some other wagon. A new cart, a new start.
Your total ignorance of that which you profess to teach merits the death penalty. I doubt whether you would know that St. Cassian of Imola was stabbed to death by his students with their styli. His de...
Too long have I confined myself in Miltonic isolation and meditation. It is clearly time for me to step boldly into our society, not in the boring, passive manner of the Myrna Minkoff school of social...
My mentality, uncontrollable and wanton as always, whispered to me a scheme so magnificent and daring that I shrank from the very thought of what I was hearing. Stop! I cried imploringly to my god-lik...
Like two figures in the medieval Morality play, Pragmatism and Morality spar in the boxing ring of my brain.
I recommend Batman especially, for he tends to transcend the abysmal society in which he's found himself. His morality is rather rigid, also. I rather respect Batman.
I am thirty, Ignatius said condescendingly. You got a job? Ignatius hasta help me at home, Mrs. Reilly said. Her initial courage was failing a little, and she began to twist the lute string with the c...
Here at any rate is Ignatius Reilly, without progenitor in any literature I know of—slob extraordinary, a mad Oliver Hardy, a fat Don Quixote, a perverse Thomas Aquinas rolled into one—who is in viole...
He lunged at the glove, deflowering it, stabbing it, conquering it.
Clean, hard-working, dependable, quiet type.' Good God! What kind of monster is this that they want. I am afraid that I could never work for a concern with a worldview like that.
When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occassional cheese dip.
You can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.
Why did you step out of my life, you minx? Your new hair-do is fascinating and cosmopolitan. He snatched at her pigtail and pressed it to his wet moustache, kissing it vigorously. The scent of soot an...
I want that Easter Ham. Where's my Thanksgiving Turkey? Miss Trixie snarled
Health note: My stomach is getting out of bounds; the seams of my vendor's smock are creaking ominously.
For Christmas, Mrs. Levy always compiled not a gift list but rather a list of the injustices and brutalities she had suffered since August. The girls got this list in their stockings. The only gift Mr...
Every difficult work presents us with a choice of whether to judge the author inept for not being clear, or ourselves stupid for not grasping what is going on. Montaigne encouraged us to blame the aut...
Already the lecture is beginning to interest several dedicated people I know. One person who has promised to come (and bring several sharp friends, too) is a brilliant new contact I made during rush h...
With the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.
When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.