Picking Other People's Brains Is An Art

O Death, Where Is Thy Sting? O Grave, Where Is Thy Victory? Where, Indeed. Many A Badly Stung Survivor, Faced With The Aftermath Of Some Relative's Funeral, Has Ruefully Concluded That The Victory Has Been Won Hands Down By A Funeral Establishment - In Disastrously Unequal Battle.

Alas, Poor Yorick! How Surprised He Would Be To See How His Counterpart Of Today Is Whisked Off To A Funeral Parlor And Is In Short Order Sprayed, Sliced, Pierced, Pickled, Trussed, Trimmed, Creamed, Waxed, Painted, Rouged And Neatly Dressed - Transformed From A Common Corpse Into A Beautiful Memory Picture.

Society Created The Prison In Its Own Image; Will History, With Its Penchant For Paradox, Reverse Those Roles?

Things On The Whole Are Much Faster In America; People Don't 'stand For Election', They 'run For Office.'

Knowing Few Children Of My Age With Whom To Compare Notes, I Envied The Children Of Literature To Whom Interesting Things Were Always Happening.