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Any City May Have One Period Of Magnificence, Like Boston Or New Orleans Or San Francisco, But It Takes A Real One To Keep Renewing Itself Until The Past Is Perennially Forgotten.

I Met A Keen Observer Who Gave Me A Tip: 'if You Run Across A Restaurant Where You Often See Priests Eating With Priests, Or Sporting Girls With Sporting Girls, You May Be Confident That It Is Good. Those Are Two Classes Of People Who Like To Eat Well And Get Their Money's Worth.'

Henry Miller May Write About Revelers Self-woven Into A Human Hooked Rug, Because His Ecstasy Is Solemn.

Inconsiderate To The Last, Josef Stalin, A Man Who Never Had To Meet A Deadline, Had The Bad Taste To Die In Installments.

Freedom Of The Press Is Guaranteed Only To Those Who Own One.