It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the depression.
E. B. WhiteRead
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind.
Interpretation
Humor can be analyzed and taken apart, but doing so may ruin its essence and reveal uncomfortable truths.
E. B. White suggests that while humor can be examined and dissected like a scientific specimen, such analysis often strips away the joy and spontaneity that make it enjoyable. The careful scrutiny may uncover unpleasant realities that only someone with a scientific mindset would appreciate, leaving the essence of humor diminished and unappetizing to the average person.
In practice
In a workshop on creativity, one could quote this to emphasize the spontaneous nature of humor.
It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the depression.
It isn't silence you can cut with a knife any more, it's interchange of ideas. Intelligent discussion of practically everything is what is breaking up modern marriage.
The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. Because I have the greatest respect for the reader, and if he's going to the trouble of reading what I've written -- I'm a slow reader myself and I guess most people are -- why, the least I can do is make it as easy as possible for him to find out what I'm trying to say, trying to get at. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
A despot doesn't fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
My folks were English. They were too poor to be British. I still have a bit of British in me. In fact, my blood type is solid marmalade.
Epitaph for a dead waiter - God finally caught his eye.
That is a society editor, sitting there elegantly dressed, with his legs crossed in that indolent way, observing the clothes the ladies wear, so that he can describe them for his paper and make them out finer than they are and get bribes for it and become wealthy.
I have no idea what my best material is. Different people like different things. I'll say this: The political stuff gets the press, but the relationship jokes sell all the seats.
All these jokes have been pre-approved as funny by me.
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.
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