By Rights, Satire Is A Lonely And

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.

Persecution Was At Least A Sign Of Personal Interest.

Talk Ought Always To Run Obliquely, Not Nose To Nose With No Chance Of Mental Escape.

We Do Not Mind Our Not Arriving Anywhere Nearly So Much As Our Not Having Any Company On The Way.