City People Make Most Of The Fuss

A Sympathetic Look Always Makes Me Feel Sorry For Myself.

Every Literary Critic Believes He Will Outwit History And Have The Last Word.

A Sense Of Absurdity Interferes With My Efforts To Appear Venerable.

I Am Now Old Enough To Make Common Cause With My Predecessors Against My Successors.

When My Expectations Are Exactly Fulfilled, I Feel That Something Uncanny Has Happened.