In Our Age, Self-indulgence And Self-destruction, Rather

Vladimir Nabokov Said The Two Great Evils Of The 20th Century Were Marx And Freud. He Was Absolutely Correct.

Nothing Is Worse Than Being Alone On The Evening Of The Day When One's Cow Has Exploded.

Blizzards, Floods, Volcanos, Hurricanes, Earthquakes: They Fascinate Because They Nakedly Reveal That Mother Nature, Afflicted With Bipolar Disorder, Is As Likely To Snuff Us As She Is To Succor Us.

He Once Told Me That An August Evening Was "as Hot As Three Toads In A Cuisinart," A Comparison That Left Me Blinking Two Days Later.

I Was Looking Forward To Having A Halo. It Would Make Such A Convenient Reading Lamp.