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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Saturday, May 26, 2018

Six Quotes From Three Sources With One RIP

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1.
America's oldest communal passion,
its most subversive pleasure:
the ecstasy of sanctimony

2.
All that we don't know
is astonishing.
Even more astonishing
is what passes for knowing

Philip Roth
born: 3/19/33
died: 5/22/18
3.
The danger with hatred is,
once you start in on it,
you get one hundred times
more than 
you bargained for

4.
The secret of nobody's knowing
what was going on in your head,
thinking whatever
you wanted to think
with nobody's knowing—
that's where the power
and the pleasure
are to be found

5.
A poet and a novelist
have as much in common
as a jockey
and a diesel driver

6.
Mammary Envy:
a churning longing to be
utterly and blessedly hopeless,
to be a big breathless bag of tissue,
acted upon instead of acting,
hanging there, as a breast hangs
and is there 


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Footnotes
The first four quotes are from THE HUMAN STAIN

The fifth quote is from MY LIFE AS A MAN

The sixth quote is from  THE BREAST

To refer to Philip Roth  as an iconic American  Novelist
is like referring to the sun as a big yellow ball. 

Rest in peace, Mr. Roth
and give my everlasting love
to all the usual suspects.
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