Selected Wisdom of
Jonathan Caws-Elwitt:
It's perfectly easy to confuse Socrates with Groucho Marx, but how often do we actually take the time to do it?
A midnight invitation to step in for a cup of cocoa is a nice treat -- with or without the cocoa.
Where there's a curd, there's a whey.
An executive who fields her own phone calls has a fool for a receptionist.
Clutter is the niece of inspiration.
The night belongs to raccoons.
Reciprocity is a two-way street.
A writer may be self-employed, but she is at the beck and call of thousands of insistent little words.
A yuppie is someone who doesn't know he's eating rye bread until he gets a caraway seed stuck in his teeth.
The clock with a quiet tick advances just as quickly.
Literary humorist Jonathan Caws-Elwitt's plays, stories, essays,
letters, parodies, wordplay, witticisms and miscellaneous tomfoolery
can be found at
Monkeys 1, Typewriters 0.
Here you'll encounter frivolous, urbane writings about symbolic yams,
pigs in bikinis, donut costumes, vacationing pikas, nonexistent movies,
cross-continental peppermills, and other compelling subjects.
