O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Where, indeed. Many a badly stung survivor, faced with the aftermath of some relative's funeral, has ruefully concluded that the victory has been won hands down by a… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
I discovered that Human Nature was not, as I had always supposed, a fixed and unalterable entity, that wars are not caused by a… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
Alas, poor Yorick! How surprised he would be to see how his counterpart of today is whisked off to a funeral parlor and is… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
You may not be able to change the world, but at least you can embarrass the guilty. — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
A thirteen-year-old is a kaleidoscope of different personalities, if not in most ways a mere figment of her own imagination. At that age, what… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
In childbirth, as in other human endeavors, fashions start with the rich, are then adopted by the aspirant middle class with an assist from… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
Now there is a society where the funeral industry got completely out of control. — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
Funeralese has had its ups and downs. The word 'morticians,' first used in Embalmers Monthly for February, 1895, was barred by the Chicago Tribune… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
the whole point of muck-raking, apart from all the jokes, is to try to do something about what you've been writing about. You may… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
Things on the whole are faster in America; people don't stand for election, they run for office. If a person says he's sick, it… — Jessica Mitford Copy Share Image
