On S J Perelman, former writer/humorist, most notably for The New Yorker magazine in the 50s.
I was quite bowled over by the late Mr Perelman's writings, until a certain piece, which didn't speak very well of the kind of man he was. It was a travel piece he wrote, after a visit to Penang circa the 30s. Maybe he was an emotional man because he recounted a particular incident in one of his article and penned the hotel's employees' 'a bunch of good-for-nothing natives'. The management didn't reply to a complaint he had made on the ant-infested drawer in the room he'd stayed. For good reason. Apparently, Mr Perelman's delirium for gumdrops bore the ad hoc ant colony. Who could blame the hotel folks who didn't give a rat's ass to reply Mr P. Now could we, in all decency?
PS I still heart S J Perelman's works.
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Always two sides to every story huh? And multiple facets to every individual!
Somehow it skids very near to hypocrisy. That makes every one of us!
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