Let us not mock God with metaphor, Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the Faded credulity of earlier ages: Let us walk through the door.
President George] Bush talked to us like we were a bunch of morons and we ate it up. Can you imagine, the Pledge of Allegiance, read my lips-can you imagine such crap in this day and age?
What you lose as you age is witnesses, the ones that watched from early on and cared, like your own little grandstand.
Sex ages us. Priests are boyish, spinsters stay black-haired until after fifty. We others, the demon rots us out.