Saturday Sing-a-Long

Anytime you are overcome with concern regarding the civilized status of contemporary Man, just look in the daily paper and compare their coverage of science, literature and art, to that of sports.  Now, don’t you feel much better?

The past is where EVERYbody sings flat.

To rhapsodize and poeticize that “nothing worthy ever truly dies” is just a sneaky way of hoping for your own immortality.

More Cause For Encouragement: For those with demonstratively low-powered brains, in the City, they have this marvelous new device, “Hi-Lite Markers.”  (I’m so “happy” for you.)

There WOULD seem to be some merit in knowing when to be “done with” something, knowing when it is finished; but even more so, not to care.

J.