Your Horrorscope
January, 1974
In these turbulent times of ours, we are but fragile, sensitive souls cast upon a stormy sea. We like to be pampered and coddled and made to think that everything will be all right--even if it won't. Our clergymen tell us that our wasted, meaningless lives have some higher purpose. Our Government tells us that peace and prosperity are just around the corner. Our psychiatrists inflate our ailing egos. But the worst optimist is the astrologer, who each month predicts what joyous and wonderful thin...
