Things Without Defense: Insects, Kittens, Small Boys.

And The Ideal Travel Writer Is Consumed Not Just With A Will To Know. He Is Also Moved By A Powerful Will To Teach.

Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An Ironic Experience.

The Middles Cleave To Euphemisms Not Just Because They're An Aid In Avoiding Facts. They Like Them Also Because They Assist Their Social Yearnings Towards Pomposity. This Is Possible Because Most Euphemisms Permit The Speaker To Multiply Syllables, And The Middle Class Confuses Sheer Numerousness With Weight And Value.

Most People Who Seek Attention And Regard By Announcing That They're Writing A Novel Are Actually So Devoid Of Narrative Talent That They Can't Hold The Attention Of A Dinner Table For Thirty Seconds, Even With A Dirty Joke.

Irony Is The Attendant Of Hope And The Fuel Of Hope Is Innocence.