Objectivity? I Always Have An Objective.

Funeralese Has Had Its Ups And Downs. The Word 'morticians,' First Used In Embalmers Monthly For February, 1895, Was Barred By The Chicago Tribune In 1932, 'not For Lack Of Sympathy With The Ambition Of Undertakers To Be Well Regarded, But Because Of It. If They Haven't The Sense To Save Themselves From Their Own Lexicographers, We Shall Not Be Guilty Of Abetting Them In Their Folly.

I Discovered That Human Nature Was Not, As I Had Always Supposed, A Fixed And Unalterable Entity, That Wars Are Not Caused By A Natural Urge In Men To Fight, That Ownership Of Land And Factories Is Not Necessarily The Natural Reward Of Greater Wisdom And Energy.

Lifelong Enemies Are, I Think, As Hard To Make And As Important To One's Well-being As Lifelong Friends.

O Death, Where Is Thy Sting? O Grave, Where Is Thy Victory? Where, Indeed. Many A Badly Stung Survivor, Faced With The Aftermath Of Some Relative's Funeral, Has Ruefully Concluded That The Victory Has Been Won Hands Down By A Funeral Establishment - In Disastrously Unequal Battle.

Things On The Whole Are Much Faster In America; People Don't 'stand For Election', They 'run For Office.'