It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Twenty Cents Then ... Equals ... Three Dollars Sixty Cents Now

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Money again rears its ugly head.
I am getting accustomed to poverty
and bankruptcy. (In fact, for myself
I enjoy washing my own clothes +
eating 20 cent meals twice a day,
after so many years in the flesh pots
—don't worry, this is only half true
though I did it for the 1st week here
to penalize myself for the expense
of the journey) but I do object
to the jails and I have almost
$300 due on income tax the 15th
(what a typically modern joke
this is—me, with $11
in the bank at the moment)


December 12, 1935 letter
        to his agent, Harold Ober        

The letter has his syntax
but my format

The next Fitzgerald page
is
here 
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