A Sceptic Finds Dallas Absurd. A Cynic

Not Everyone Who Wants To Make A Film Is Crazy, But Almost Everyone Who Is Crazy Wants To Make A Film.

Every Sentence He Manages To Utter Scatters Its Component Parts Like Pond Water From A Verb Chasing Its Own Tail.

Here Was My First Lesson On The Resolutely Maintained Untidiness And Ill-health Of The English Upper Orders. In Baggy Evening Dress And Old Before Their Time, They Displayed Gapped And Tangled Teeth In Loosely Open Mouths. Gently Shedding Dandruff, They Lurched Across The Lawn. When They Stood At The Bar They Looked Like Lee Trevino Putting.

John Mcenroe Looks As If He Is Serving Round The Edge Of An Imaginary Building.

The Provincial Intellectual Is Doomed To Arguing At Low Level... There Is Still No Australian Literary World, Not In Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide. It Is Some Consolation To Realise That There Is No Literary World In Birmingham Or Los Angeles Either. I Have Heard There Is One In Montreal, But I Don't Believe It. The Literary World Is In London And New York, The Only Cities Big Enough To Sustain Magazines Which Can Afford To Reject Copy.