We live in a time which has created the art of the absurd. It is our art. It contains happenings, Pop art, camp, a theater of the ...absurd.... Do we have the art because the absurd is the patina of waste...? Or are we face to face with a desperate or most rational effort from the deepest resources of the unconscious of us all to rescue civilization from the pit and plague of its bedding?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pop Doyle: May you rot in hell, J.P. J.P.: When I'm dead and gone, you'll know what a friend I was.... Kayo: Why don't you drop dead now so we can test your theory?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pop Doyle: I brought you Joey's windbreaker. It might come in handy. Go ahead, wear it, Kayo. Kayo: Thanks, Pop. Mine's full ...of more holes than the Pittsburgh infield.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on mortals, while they slumber on their beds, then he opens their ears..., and terrifies them with warnings, that he may turn them aside from their deeds, and keep them from pride, to spare their souls from the Pit, their lives from traversing the River.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Pop" Wyman ruled here with a firm but gentle hand; no drunken man was ever served at the bar; no married man was allowed to play ...at the tables; across the face of the large clock was written "Please Don't Swear," and over the orchestra appeared the gentle admonition, "Don't Shoot the Pianist--He's Doing His Damndest."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »