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Conversation: Raymond Mortimer

In America, conversation is a game played with rules differing from England’s. It is not tennis, in which you return the other fellow’s service, but golf, in which you go on hitting your own ball. It might be defined as … Continue reading

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Neither Illusions Nor Delusions?

“I have neither illusions nor delusions, Doctor. My problem is that I exist day after day in grim reality.” I apologise if you find this too true to be funny, but reading it with a wry smile has got me … Continue reading

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