Here In Texas Maybe We've Got Into

It Was Part Of Thetexas Ritual? We Know About Champagne And Caviar But We Talk Hog And Hominy.

Living The Past Is A Dull And Lonely Business; Looking Back Strains The Neck Muscles, Causing You To Bump Into People Not Going Your Way.

When A New Post-war Generation Has Grown To Puberty And To Youth And To Manhood And Womanhood, It Should Read, And It Should Be Realistically Told, Of The Futility, The Idiocy, The Utter Depravity Of War. For That Matter, This Instruction Could Begin At The Age Of Six With The Taking Of Those Toy Guns Out Of Those Toy Holsters And Throwing Them In The Ash-cans Where They Belong.

Any Man Who Can Look Handsome In A Dirty Baseball Suit Is An Adonis. There Is Something About The Baggy Pants, And The Micawber-shaped Collar, And The Skull-fitting Cap, And The Foot Or So Of Tan, Or Blue, Or Pink Undershirt Sleeve Sticking Out At The Arms, That Just Naturally Kills A Man's Best Points.

I Sat Staring Up At A Shelf In My Workroom From Which Thirty-one Books Identically Dressed In Neat Dark Green Leather Stared Back At Me With A Sort Of Cold Hostility Like Children Who Resent Their Parents. Don't Stare At Us Like That! They Said. Don't Blame Us If We Didn't Turn Out To Be The Perfection You Expected. We Didn't Ask To Be Brought Into The World.