Why, What's The Matter Wi' The Poor

What Are You Doing With The Child?" I Inquired Cautiously. "i'm Teachin' Young James Here The Fine Art Of Not Pissing On His Feet," He Explained.

We Got Half The Doggone Mit College Of Engineering Here, And Nobody Who Can Fix A Doggone /television/?" Dr. Joseph Abernathy Glared Accusingly At The Clusters Of Young People Scattered Around His Living Room. That's /electrical/ Engineering, Pop," His Son Told Him Loftily. "we're All Mechanical Engineers. Ask A Mechanical Engineer To Fix Your Color Tv, That's Like Asking An Ob-gyn To Look At The Sore On Your Di-ow!" Oh, Sorry," Said His Father, Peering Blandly Over Gold-rimmed Glasses. "that Your Foot, Lenny?

Hodie Mihi Cras Tibi, Said The Inscription. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi. My Turn Today, Yours Tomorrow. And Thus Passes Away The Glory Of The World.

Then The Room Relaxed In Cheers And Babbling, And She Turned In His Arms To Kiss Him Hard And Cling To Him, And He Thought Perhaps It Didn't Matter That They Faced In Opposite Directions - So Long As They Faced Each Other.' Roger Wakefield {drums Of Autumn}

I Talk To You As I Talk To My Own Soul," He Said, Turning Me To Face Him. He Reached Up And Cupped My Cheek, Fingers Light On My Temple. "and Sassenach," He Whispered, "your Face Is My Heart.