Rereading A.j. Liebling Carries Me Happily Back

Life Is Always Walking Up To Us And Saying, "come On In, The Living's Fine," And What Do We Do? Back Off And Take Its Picture.

Reality Is The Only Obstacle To Happiness.

The French Fried Potato Has Become An Inescapable Horror In Almost Every Public Eating Place In The Country. 'french Fries', Say The Menus, But They Are Not French Fries Any Longer. They Are A Furry-textured Substance With The Taste Of Plastic Wood.

Journalism Talk Is Part Of The Nonstop Background Noise Of American Life.

A Railroad Station? That Was Sort Of A Primitive Airport, Only You Didn't Have To Take A Cab 20 Miles Out Of Town To Reach It.