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One Might Feel That, At My Age, I Should Look On Life With More Gravity. After All, I've Been Privileged To Listen, Firsthand, Tosome Of The Most Profound Thinkers Of My Daywho Were All Beset By Gloom Over The Condition The World Had Gotten Into. Then Why Can't I View It With Anything But Amusement?

I Once Witnessed More Ardent Emotions Between Men At An Elks' Rally In Pasadena Than They Could Ever Have Felt For The Type Of Woman Available To An Elk.

I Don't Like Diabolism So I Stay Away From Things Like Clockwork Orange. I Think Diabolism Is Awfully Childish. I Don't Even Want To See The Godfather. I Couldn't Stand Seeing That Horse's Head Cut Off. I Wouldn't Mind If It Were Marlon Brando's.

From Early Colonial Days, Sex Life In America Had Been Based On The Custom Of Men Supporting Women. That Situation Reached Its Heyday In The Twenties When It Was Easy For Any Dabbler In Stocks To Flaunt His Manhood By Lavishing An Unearned Income On Girls. But With The Stock-market Crash, Men Were Hard Put Even To Keep Their Wives, Let Alone Spend Money On Sex Outside The Home. The Adjustment Was Much Easier On Women Than On Men, Who Jumped Out Of Windows In Droves, Whereas I Can't Recall A Single Headline That Read: Kept Girl Leaps From Love Nest.

I Was Making Love To A Man, A Man I Hardly Even Know. He Was Kissing The Face Off Me And I Was Kissing The Face Off Him. And I Found It Highly Satisfactory.