There Are Times When Every Act, No

Most Movies Are Not Very Good. Most People Know It And Like To See Them Anyway.

My Capacity For Having A Good Time Exists. It Surfaces, However, On Odd Occasions.

The Whole Magic Of A Plot Requires That Somebody Be Impeded From Getting Something Over With.

Nothing Defines The Quality Of Life In A Community More Clearly Than People Who Regard Themselves, Or Whom The Consensus Chooses To Regard, As Mentally Unwell.

The Writer Has A Grudge Against Society, Which He Documents With Accounts Of Unsatisfying Sex, Unrealized Ambition, Unmitigated Loneliness, And A Sense Of Local And Global Distress. The Square, Overpopulation, The Bourgeois, The Bomb And The Cocktail Party Are Variously Identified As Sources Of The Grudge. There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.