Spare Me the Details

Another unspotted curio about Man’s inner noise, I mean, life: One of the Partners has got to have everything explained to him, even if he must do it himself.



I believe I have now collected sufficient evidence to safely state that reading is no worse for you than watching TV.



In the City, Men slave, and know not that they do.  Out near the Bushes, a few suspect they slave, but know not why.  Only the Real Revolutionist may ever realize both.



A hearty old City fellow, dressed mostly in clothes, gave me this definition, which he insinuated had some deeper significance.  But be that as it may, here it is:  Circumcision: Short-sheeting a man’s most private bunk.



When a Real Revolutionist says, “Spare me the details,” he MEANS it!