Anyone Ever Lost In The Wild Knows

The Realization That I Came To Is That Each Citizen For Himself Or Herself Understands The Economics, Which Is, "i Better Make More Than I Spend And I Better Put Something Aside For A Rainy Day, And I Want To Get A Good Idea About What To Do With The Surplus So That Perhaps It Can Grow While I'm Sleeping." And That That's Capitalism. Everybody Practices It, But Half Of The Country - Those On The Left - Deny That It's True.

We Americans Have Always Considered Hollywood, At Best, A Sinkhole Of Depraved Venality. And, Of Course, It Is. It Is Not A Protective Monastery Of Aesthetic Truth. It Is A Place Where Everything Is Incredibly Expensive.

Freud Believed That Our Dreams Sometimes Recapitulate A Speech, A Comment We've Heard Or Something That We've Read. I Always Had Compositions In My Dreams. They Would Be A Joke, A Piece Of A Novel, A Witticism Or A Piece Of Dialogue From A Play, And I Would Dream Them. I Would Actually Express Them Line By Line In The Dream. Sometimes After Waking Up I Would Remember A Snatch Or Two And Write Them Down. There's Something In Me That Just Wants To Create Dialogue.

In My Family, In The Days Prior To Television, We Liked To While Away The Evenings By Making Ourselves Miserable, Solely Based On Our Ability To Speak The Language Viciously.

We Recipients Of The Boon Of Liberty Have Always Been Ready, When Faced With Discomfort, To Discard Any And All First Principles Of Liberty, And, Further, To Indict Those Who Do Not Freely Join With Us In Happily Arrogating Those Principles.