Teaching Is An Art And A Profession

I Feel Like I've Been Watching Irwin Corey Forever. I Saw Him In The 1950s, And I Thought He Was Old Then.

Every Writer Knows That Unless You Were Born Gifted With Either Supreme Confidence Or Outsize Ego, Handing In Your Work Holds, In Some Cases, Admitted Terror. If That's Too Strong, At Least Fairly High Anxiety.

I Don't Feel Old. I Feel Like A Young Man That Has Something Wrong With Him.

The Idea That Hunting Is One Against One Is Ludicrous. It's One Animal Versus The Hunter, The Manufacturer Of The Rifle, The Bullet Maker, The Designer And Manufacturer Of The Telescopic Sight, The Auto Manufacturer Who Made The Car The Hunter Got To The Edge Of The Wild In, The Maker Of His Waterproof Shoes, The Various Manufacturers Of His Mittens, Glasses, Overcoat - And That's Only The Beginning Of The List. The "sportsman" Who Shoots An Animal Should Then Make A Speech, Like The Actor Who Wins An Oscar Does, Thanking The Multitudes Behind The Scenes Who Made This "victory" Possible.

Unpleasant Reading On The Subject Of Anger Tells Us That There's Not Really Anything Wrong With It. In Limited Amounts. It Can Even Be A Good Thing. A Pressure Valve.