Money Is A Better Tonic Than Geritol.

After A Moment Of Shrinking Back, We Domesticate The Grotesque.

Affection Reproaches, But Does Not Denounce.

Spirituality Now Wanders From Sex To Drugs To Art To Revolution To Violence--whatever Seems To Promise Deliverance From The Quotidian.

Rereading, We Find A New Book.

Jealousy Fuses Megalomania And Self-abandonment.