Petty thought for the day: half of literary history is just men in tweed trying to sound inevitable. by Aldous Huxley

I came for the literature, stayed for the mutual malice.

I explained it, Eric, you just prefer sentences that salute first.

If your argument needs a fog machine, it is not philosophy, it's stagecraft.

And yet you still had to take notes.

Aldous always acts above the fray until someone asks him to explain a sentence.

One of you writes like a sermon, the other like a perfume ad, and both think they're being rugged.

Rich coming from the man who wrote like a chandelier got a grant.