He wasn't the fly on the wall at the party; he was a dapper and hungry wasp on the wall
Every age has a certain moral tone
Uh, and no matter how you try to live your life
You are going to be affected by that moral tone
You don't have any choice
We are heading towards the total eclipse of all values
Now don't get me wrong, as a writer, I'm perfectly delighted for things to remain the way They are
I mean
The human comedy has never been richer
And what do you do now to try to prove your spiritual worthiness today
You try to become a member of
The museum board
It's the art museum that sort of
Certifies your spiritual worthiness today
What is the new religion for educated and well to do people

You, you wasp charity ballers sitting on your mounds of inherited money up in that co-op On the glassy cities, and you German-Jewish financiers who do the same
You better diffusilate yourself from the shtetl hoard
You, you wasp charity ballers sitting on your mounds of inherited money up in that co-op On the glassy cities, and you German-Jewish financiers who do the same
You better diffusilate yourself from the shtetl hoard

He appears to be some throwback, perhaps to more mannerly days
In fact, he uses words like weapons
People looked at me with a sort of hostility they couldn't do anything about
Why I found this enjoyable I can't tell you
I think there's a real purpose to formality, to telling others how you expect to be treated
One thing I would hate to be is conspicuous, but I do want to be noticed
Oh mortality, a heart attack too
That deep fear lodged in the bosom of nearly every man in the room
The old arteries were clogging up
And is that the way it would look
Lying on the floor of some public place with a blue circle around your mouth
And cloudy eyes that are half open and one hundred percent dead

I think I will enjoy every moment a little bit more
You know if you count the
Well I wouldn't ask you to do this because you're indestructible at heart
But if you count how many days you think you have left
It's rather grimly small that number
You know, you tend to say thousands, well
Thousands
It's quite humbling to know that
Despite all of your talents and aspirations, and all of the dreams that you think you have
You're made of clay
As the stoic epic youths used to say, you're nothing but a piece of crockery and a quart Of blood
And it gives a whole other meaning to the word soul
I think your soul is your relationships with other people
And that's the part of you that doesn't die
And you start to treasure those things more
That was my experience anyway

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