Feb. 29, 1968
A long time ago I discovered that a good laugh acts as a sort of tonic, both physiological and mental. I mean the kind of laughter that bubbles up spontaneously from the very depths of one’s being.
I don’t know whether it’s a special gift or a common trait, but I’ve found that when there is apparently nothing in the world worth laughing at, and no matter how glum or under-the-weather I…
