A man said:
“One good feature of being sick and having medication prescribed is that,
irrespective of its efficacy, the mere purchasing and remembering to take it
can make you feel you are accomplishing something,”
and his mind said: “Hey! --  they stole that from me!”
 

Frequently does one man introduce himself in the mirror as:
“The most influential man IN local politics!”
 

One man who was appointed: Big Shot by the present ruler
didn’t feel much indebted thereto, inasmuch as he says he was always determined
to be one regardless of the circumstances attendant to accomplishing same.
(Is The Mad Hatter indebted to Prof. Dodgson?)
 

Conversation.
“Self congratulations are appropriate just before death.”
    “What do you mean: are-appropriate?!  --
     inevitably-followed-by  is the correct term.”
 

Men who speak of their core-values have no idea what it is that speaks for
what they call: their  -- much less its core essentials  (not to mention what constitutes value.)
 

Every morning over the bathroom sink, after interviewing himself;
recapping his previous day’s work, and reviewing his plans for the upcoming one,
this one man will commonly conclude by saying to the mirror:
“For additional information on me and all of my exciting activities call:
area code: (213) 578 - T-O-I-L-E-T.”               (Do philosophers know how to start the day or what!)
 
 

Life In The Herd And Otherwise.
If you believe that reviewing your life as they do in the city
will lead to an understanding of it  --  you’re totally lost.
    The man trying-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things
     has interest in only one community-activity.
 

One chap says that if you never stop walking --  you can keep away death.
    ("Pa pa: is he really talking about the effort to open out consciousness?”)
 

Don’t hesitate to tell ‘em that whatever it is you’re promoting:
“Would make a great gift!”                         (Makes routine brain cells shiver with anticipatory delight!)
 

Whenever he was about to say something nasty about himself, one man would say: “Don’t take this personally”  --  which (him understanding the actual nature of self)
he would not.
 

The certain man will never get what he wants without a special sort of
protracted mental activity  --  which ultimately reveals to him something so mundane -- yet so foreign to ordinary men’s thoughts that they are totally disinterested.
 

Asks one man: “What is easier (not to mention more deeply satisfying)
than saying for instance, to an alcoholic or drug addict that:
'You know  there is a better way.’”
 

The man-who-wants-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things is tired of playing men's
normal mental games: the very ones that ordinary people find quite suitable for
filling their lives.                      (Well, they act like they are.)
 

One guy says: “Absolutely the most fun a human being can have
is trying to get other people to think like you do.    Wow!  --  it's da bomb!”
(A short while later his twin brother slipped in and said:
“No, no  --  the most fun possible is hearing other people talk  --  about anything.”)
 

As reward for something or the other, the local god told one man he would be
going to paradise after he died, and would always have a place close by his side,
and dejectedly the man whined:
“I wanted a Mercedes.”
(The headline to this story got mislaid, but it was something about:
How The Mind Handles...this-or-that-something-or-other.)
 

The city-conscious part of one man’s mind likes to call itself:
“The hardest working man in show business!
(Except of course for the heart, lungs, liver, kidneys and colon.)”
 

Notes one chap: “What could be more interesting than a comedian discussing
the nature of humor, or an ordinary man that of his thinking.”
 

A man who identifies himself as some-sort-of-historian says:
“Civilization began when men started to talk:
first and foremost about essentials (farming):
it then took off recreationally when men started to periodically replace their talking
with making music,
but where they missed the boat was in never completely dropping talk for music.”
“Pa pa: is it not easy to tell what a man is by what he says?!”
    “Okay then: what would his not  saying tell you?”
 “Well, I know what it would tell him.”
    “Zing-go-exacto!  --  perceptive son of mine.”
 

A man says: “Throughout my life long interest in the idea of enlarging my consciousness,  one thing I always dreamed of finding, but never did
was something I imagined would be entitled: 'The Book Of Cheap Tricks.'”
 

This email just in:
“Contrary to what that previous man said: Isn’t that what your Daily News is?!”