Whatever happened to the art of witty retorts? For that matter, the cozy gathering places of sophisticated regulars in urban centers, where at least one of the participants slyly made note of the ongoings?
Does this have anyone else evoking a picture of the New Yorker crowd at their daily luncheons at Manhattan’s Algonquin Hotel, where Noel Coward, Harpo Marx, and Dorothy Parker, among others, held forth. I’m surprised to see that cartoonist James Thurber wasn’t among them, especially since he resided in the hotel, nor was Cole Porter diddling away at a piano. Well, Thurber didn’t enjoy their penchant for practical jokes.
Still, on other occasions, the Algonks delighted in charades and the “I can give you a sentence” game, which spawned Parker’s memorable sentence using the word horticulture: “You can lead a horticulture but you can’t make her think.”
I’m assuming you groaned there.
Now, let’s consider ten more caustic wisecracks from Dorothy herself:
- “Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.”
- “If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.”
- “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”
- “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.”
- “I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but I’ll bet I’d be darling at it.”
- “Tell him I was too fucking busy – or vice versa.”
- “Heterosexuality is not normal, it’s just common.”
- “Brevity is the soul of lingerie,” along with, “I require three things in a man: he must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid.”
- “I hate writing, I love having written.”
- “That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.”
Let’s not overlook her classic verse:
I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I’m under the table,
after four I’m under my host.