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Schoolteachers Seemed Determined To Persuade Me That 'classic' Is A Synonym For 'narcotic'.

Don't Try To Make Children Grow Up To Be Like You, Or They May Do It.

Like All Young Reporters - Brilliant Or Hopelessly Incompetent - I Dreamed Of The Glamorous Life Of The Foreign Correspondent: Prowling Vienna In A Burberry Trench Coat, Speaking A Dozen Languages To Dangerous Women, Narrowly Escaping Sardinian Bandits - The Usual Stuff That Newspaper Dreams Are Made Of.

You Can Always Tell Folks From Nonfolks. Folks Like To Feel Good, Like To Smile For The Camera When There's A Big Photo Opportunity For A Really Good Cause.

It Seems To Be A Law In American Life That Whatever Enriches Us Anywhere Except In The Wallet Inevitably Becomes Uneconomic.