Shaking his clenched fist at the crowd, he bellowed:
”Where would we be if we all simply ate what we wanted to eat,
did what we wanted to do, and thought what we wished we could think  –
where would we be?  –  Really!  –   think about it: where would we be today!?!”
which quickly brought the crowd (which was also him) to their contemplative knees --
then rapidly back upright and bouncing on their happy little toes.
Then waving his arms wildly above his head like a Tennessee tent preacher on meth, he yelled some more.
(Something about the many surprising benefits of thinking-what-YOU-want-to-think).

Only in the city will homeowners regularly call their architect to have him describe to them again the house in which they live. (The absent headline to this story was:
The Power Of Institutional Guidance On Non-Individuals.)

You will never become popular among the people who deal in popularity if you do not talk about yourself.

The certain-man’s thinking is like a blowtorch –
without the mechanical threat of danger.

So What ELSE Is New In The City, Bub?!
Would-be vocalists love to hear people who sing worse than they do.

Sometimes, on a really nice day, one man will think of his several different states-of-mind as: “Those fools in a barrel.”

Conventional wisdom among the police and emergency room physicians is that excessive talking is a prime characteristic of a deranged mind,
(and also, it might be noted, of a normal one).

Visible evidence of a person’s lack of independent thinking is their body being in perfect sync with their speech, emphasizing through hand gestures, facial expressions, even the whole body bobbing up and down,
the words issuing from their mouth:
it shows that the words coming forth have complete control of the person.

Guy says: “Sometimes it seems like I know just enough to get myself in trouble;
does this mean I'm now a revolutionist, or still just a routine subject of the King?”
Trouble is as trouble does; in all purely human activity, it's always the question:
What end do you have in mind?
And this unrelated item:
Only Bach can improvise on a theme by Bach.

   On every other day,
   this one guy feels,
   every other way.

This email just in:
“Sir: I sometimes suspect that when you preface a news item by noting it is unrelated to the one preceding it, that you are being serious; what gives?
Sincerely,” etc.
Now for today’s unrelated Zoological Update.
Even if a soaring eagle shouts to the people below that he cannot fly  –
what rational person will believe him?

   It’s up to you,
   what you do,
   except when it ain't.
One man says that since he has drastically decreased the amount of talking he does about his self, he hardly ever calls.

Today’s Revamped Neurological News.
A revolutionist is like a man gallivanting through the brain's goo fields,
catching lightning bolts by hand.

Yesterday’s incoming correspondence included this:
“Are there actually two types of ‘emails from readers’  that you print in your Daily News:
some which you write to make a particular point,
and others which you do just so you can have them open with the words: ‘Dear Sir’  –  thereby making yourself sound important and distinguished?
(And by the way: this is a real email, and not one of those that you made up.)
Yours,” etc.

A House-Of-Mirrors fools NO one!                     except those in it.
For many years, one man’s favorite expression was: “You can't prove it by me”  –  
imagine the major letdown he experienced when a disbarred blacksmith
showed him quite clearly that he was wrong.
(A chap over in the corner seems to have been moved to further contemplation:
“If you were born and spent your life in a house of mirrors,
how could you ever come to realize it?”)

(To deal with words in the way they must be dealt with in normal civilian contexts):
There are two kinds of “understanding”:
the sham, collectively-agreed-upon kind, and the private, home-grown variety.

Several times a year, one man tells his children that while they were out,
the Pity Patrol stopped by and left them its regards.