With Videotaping, On The Second Generation You're

Let Pirelli's / Miracle Elixir / Activate Your Roots, Sir... Keep It Off Your Boots, Sir- / Eats Right Through. Yes, Get Pirelli's! / Use A Bottle Of It! / Ladies Seem To Love It... Flies Do, Too!

On Stage, Generally Speaking, The Story Is Stopped Or Held Back By Songs, Because That's The Convention. Audiences Enjoy The Song And The Singer, That's The Point.

That's The Trouble With Awards For A Body Of Work. They Always Come At Both A Good Time And A Wrong Time. Good Because They Tell You What You've Been Doing Was Worth The Doing And Wrong Because They Ought To Come When You're Young And Excited And Hungry For Assurance That What You're Doing Is Worth The Doing.

The Situation's Fraught, Fraughter Than I Thought, With Horrible, Impossible Possibilities!

It's Pleasanter To Work In The Country, Where You Can Wander Out Among The Trees. But I Don't Get As Much Work Done. In The City You Don't Want To Leave The Room Because There's All That Chaos Going On.