A brilliant letter from H.L. Mencken to Charles Green Shaw that is rife with delightful, witty opinions and bon mots.
e.g.
- “If I ever marry, it will be on a sudden impulse, as a man shoots himself. I’ll regret it bitterly for about a month, and then settle down contentedly.”
- “Ecclesiastics seem to me to be simply men who get their livings by false pretenses. Like all rogues, they are occasionally very amusing.”
- “I drink exactly as much as I want, and one drink more.”
I dig it.
