My Capacity For Having A Good Time

There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.

Though Films Become More Daring Sexually, They Are Probably Less Sexy Than They Ever Were. There Haven't Been Any Convincing Love Scenes Or Romances In The Movies In A While. (nobody Even Seems To Neck In Theaters Any More.) ... When The Mechanics And Sadism Quotients Go Up, The Movie Love Interest Goes Dead, And The Film Just Lies There, Giving A Certain Amount Of Offense.

Most Movies Are Not Very Good. Most People Know It And Like To See Them Anyway.

And Then There Were The Wallflowers Who Had Recognized For Years That The Thing Was Hopeless, Who Had Found In That Information A Kind Of Calm. They No Longer Tried, With A Bright And Desperate Effort, To Sustain A Conversation With Somebody's Brother, Somebody's Usher, Somebody's Roommate, Somebody's Roommate's Usher's Brother... The Category Of Wallflower Who Had Given Up On All This Was Very Quiet, Not Indifferent, Only Quiet. And She Always Brought A Book.

There Is A Difference, Of Course, Between Real Sentiment And The Trash Of Shared Experience.