I wish that I had something humorous to tell you today, but no humor lives with me. I am able to make others laugh at the expense of laughter in my own breast. There is, very clearly to those thinking persons with principles, almost nothing from which mirth comes. I must rely on the same juxtaposition that comedians use: that reflection of absurdity in everyday living. I wish I were able to laugh at the dilemmas a problems we face, but I suspect that I care too much.
It is a mirthless world where laughter arises.