In the City, all family squabbles can only get worse.
And hesitatingly acknowledge a “P.S.”:
First P.S.: “I guess you realize what this suggests?”
Second P.S.: “Yeah, either stay out of the City or out of families…”
(Perhaps I sometimes do not hesitate enough.)
One version of the First And Final Chapters of Secondary History:
What goes in must come out, except for the fact that what goes in was already out.
(To subversive minds that really “want to know”);
Contra-Knowledge (note I said “contra-knowledge,” not ignorance),
real contra-knowledge is always attractive…
(or at least, amusing).
A certain would-be thinker at the City college described his present intellectual state as, “Dead without conviction.”
As believed by certain ancient, yet old, people, three is a magical number; point of fact: Note how mysteriously though nicely this sentence itself regarding that wondrous number fits into three words.
Everyone had an early education they’ve forgotten about.
J.