The Monster

In the regular wiring of City dwellers, vices act as fuses.

There is a certain monster that haunts the far corners of the universe, always just out of human sight.

For the Revolutionist, there’s really no such place as “almost.”

Once, just after having had several good thoughts in a row, a Trooper asked himself, “Are you getting TOO smart for your own good?”  And after a momentary reflection replied, “Are you nuts?”

There was this would-be jurist-critic who finally conceded, “Even if I COULD draw up a valid indictment of Life, who would I get to serve it?”

J.