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What Earth men call
god, life, and destiny
are known on other worlds as
intrigue, machination and conspiracy.

 

 

This one lengthy chap's attitude toward things they consider in the City is --
"I ain't ‘got’ no attitude."

As the General once said,
"The only ‘good’ judgment is a ‘dead’ judgment."

 

 

Little Advisory Update Regarding Other People:
There's little else to know.

 

 

One guy's wont was that as soon as he arrived somewhere he'd announce,
"I must be going." I do not see how this would be of any particular benefit to his social affairs, but he assures me that applying this method to the thoughts that seem to enter his brain turns out to be a "screaming bitch."

 

 

No matter how you dress, speak, or are addressed,
as long as you're a pack animal, you're subject to domination.
(The Calf's Song Of Innocence:
“I wanna be free,
I wanna be me;
to run in a herd,
and not step in a....hole.”)

 

 

He climbed to the highest spot in the City and screamed to the heavens,
"I would rather be an unredeemable failure if I can not taste of success that will place me amongst the great."
and Life yelled back, "So that's my choices, is it!"

 

Another of my barely-flung correspondents writes to say that he believes men compose verse concerning the transience of life because life is so transient.

 

 

This one young, promisingly aggressive planet is presently fond of this little rhyme:
"Odes to friendship, sonnets to love,
our vade mecum teaches how to shove."
(Still, in certain red shift areas, proselytization is in the arm of the beholdee.)

 

 

You don't really know what revolutionist thinking is all about until you can do
sit-ups while ‘standing’ up.

 

 

An outlander writes to tell me that he finds it most useful to mentally keep all of his ideas in alphabetical order.

 

 

Another Episode in the Continuing Drama,
"You Can Count On It":
Every time Life says, "Carry on!" -- Someone will.

 

 

The ole man told the kid, "Don't keep saying, 'I don't get it, I don't get it'
unless you're prepared to back it up with some cold hard facts."
(And of course ‘now’ the nipper REALLY don't get it.)
[Which, regarding Secondary affairs, you should never summarily dismiss as the potential purpose.]

 

 

There was a king who would once a week allow absolutely anyone to come to him and say absolutely anything they wanted to,
and then they were shot.

 
  J