Of All The Old Maid's Blessing, The

Why Do I Hate People? Who Else Is There To Hate?

The American Way Of Stress Is Comparable To Freud's 'beloved Symptom', His Name For The Cherished Neurosis That A Patient Cultivates Like The Rarest Of Orchids And Does Not Want To Be Cured Of. Stress Makes Americans Feel Busy, Important, And In Demand, And Simultaneously Deprived, Ignored, And Victimized. Stress Makes Them Feel Interesting And Complex Instead Of Boring And Simple, And Carries An Assumption Of Sensitivity Not Unlike The Old World Assumption That Aristocrats Were High-strung. In Short, Stress Has Become A Status Symbol.

I'm For Prayer In The Schools Because Ritual And Ceremony Are Calming And Civilizing, And The Little Fartlings Should Be Tamped Down Whenever Possible.

I Have A Professional Acquaintance Whose Recent Eyelid Job Has Left Her With A Permanent Expression Of Such Poleaxed Astonishment That She Looks At All Times As If She Had Just Read One Of My Books.

America Is Not A Democracy, It's An Absolute Monarchy Ruled By King Kid. In A Nation Of Immigrants, The Child Is Automatically More Of An American Than His Parents. Americans Regard Children As What Mr. Hudson In Upstairs, Downstairs Called Betters. Aping Their Betters, American Adults Do Their Best To Turn Themselves Into Children. Puerility Exercises Droit De Seigneur Everywhere.