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Roast Beef, Medium, Is Not Only A Food. It Is A Philosophy. Seated At Life's Dining Table, With The Menu Of Morals Before You, Your Eye Wanders A Bit Over The Entrees, The Hors D'oeuvres, And The Things A La Though You Know That Roast Beef, Medium, Is Safe And Sane, And Sure.

Bizarre As Was The Name She Bore, Kim Ravenal Always Said She Was Thankful It Had Been No Worse.

Texas History Is A Varied, Tempestuous, And Vast As The State Itself. Texas Yesterday Is Unbelievable, But No More Incredible Than Texas Today. Today's Texas Is Exhilarating, Exasperating, Violent, Charming, Horrible, Delightful, Alive.

Wasn't Marriage, Like Life, Unstimulating And Unprofitable And Somewhat Empty When Too Well Ordered And Protected And Guarded. Wasn't It Finer, More Splendid, More Nourishing, When It Was, Like Life Itself, A Mixture Of The Sordid And The Magnificent; Of Mud And Stars; Of Earth And Flowers; Of Love And Hate And Laughter And Tears And Ugliness And Beauty And Hurt.

There Are Two Ways Of Doing Battle Against Disgrace. You May Live It Down; Or You May Run Away From It And Hide. The First Method Is Heart-breaking, But Sure. The Second Cannot Be Relied Upon Because Of The Uncomfortable Way Disgrace Has Of Turning Up At Your Heels.