Mystery Is Underrated, And Understanding Is Overrated.

Maybe You Can Make Art Out Of Unredeemed Pain, But Only If You're A Genius -- Dostoyevsky Perhaps.

Yesterday's Gone On Down The River And You Can't Get It Back.

I Don't Do Well With Changes In My Routine. I Read At Least Three Newspapers A Day, For Example. I'm Frustrated If For Some Reason I Can't Get Ahold Of All Three.

Call Listened With Amusement--not That The Incident Hadn't Been Terrible. Being Decapitated Was A Grisly Fate, Whether You Were A Yankee Or Not. But Then, Amusing Things Happened In Battle, As They Did In The Rest Of Life. Some Of The Funniest Things He Had Ever Witnessed Had Occurred During Battles. He Had Always Found It More Satisfying To Laugh On A Battlefield Than Anywhere Else, For If You Lived To Laugh On A Battlefield, You Could Feel You Had Earned The Laugh. But If You Just Laughed In A Saloon, Or At A Social, The Laugh Didn't Reach Deep.

You Expect Far Too Much Of A First Sentence. Think Of It As Analagous To A Good Country Breakfast: What We Want Is Something Simple, But Nourishing To The Imagination. Hold The Philosophy, Hold The Adjectives, Just Give Us A Plain Subject And Verb And Perhaps A Wholesome, Nonfattening Adverb Or Two.