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Without Feathers

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Meet Woody Allen... "Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained..." Woody Allen's humour defies categorisation. Forever at war with just about everything (himself, women, dentists, the universe...), he plays the role of the all-time loser with riotous aplomb. This book is Woody Allen's guide to coping with what life has to offer - from finding excuses for psychic phenomena to the mysteries of Mensa, from God (or lack of God) to a brief, yet helpful, guide to civil disobedience. This is Woody Allen at his hilarious best - a genius in the tradition of Groucho Marx and James Thurber. A man whose simple artistic ambition is "to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. And then to see if I can get them mass-produced in plastic".

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Without Feathers, Woody Allen

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1975
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Language
English
Publisher
Random House
Released
1975
Format
Hardcover
Pages
210
ISBN10
0394497430
ISBN13
9780394497433
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First published
1975
Original title
Without Feathers
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Meet Woody Allen... "Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained..." Woody Allen's humour defies categorisation. Forever at war with just about everything (himself, women, dentists, the universe...), he plays the role of the all-time loser with riotous aplomb. This book is Woody Allen's guide to coping with what life has to offer - from finding excuses for psychic phenomena to the mysteries of Mensa, from God (or lack of God) to a brief, yet helpful, guide to civil disobedience. This is Woody Allen at his hilarious best - a genius in the tradition of Groucho Marx and James Thurber. A man whose simple artistic ambition is "to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. And then to see if I can get them mass-produced in plastic".