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173 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1968
The little girl jabbed again hitting the thin thigh that time and said ‘we know exactly how little it is and even that is money down the drain why don’t you die damn you dirty old man what are you contributing?’ Then I explained about this newspaper here sprinkled with rare lies and photographs incorrectly captioned accumulated along a lifetime of disappointments and some fun.
In the West, wisdom is mostly gained at lunch. At lunch, people tell you things.
‘Yes, yes,’ the chief engineer said, ‘there is doubtless much truth in what you say, but we can’t possibly lose the war, can we? And stopping is losing, isn’t it? The war regarded as a process, stopping regarded as an abort? We don’t know how to lose a war. That skill is not among our skills. Our array smashes their array, that is what we know. That is the process. That is what is.’
Kellerman falls to his knees in front of the bench. ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I committed endoarchy two times, melanicity four times, encropatomy seven times, and preprocity with igneous intent, pretolemicity, and overt cranialism once each.’
Kellerman, gigantic with gin, runs through the park at noon with his naked father slung under one arm.I want to rub the phrases off the pages of this book and slather them onto myself, so i can walk around and have people ask me "what is that fantastic scent you are wearing"?