Time is the only critic without ambition. >>
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to >>
Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play. >>
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I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad ai >>
The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.