Once there was Thurber and Benchley and Perelman -- no one has replaced the former two or equalled any of the three and actually, what is left to be said of the latter, that word-parrying parodist who for several decades has seduced the English language to do his antic bidding? He hasn't changed a bit: he's still the frenetically funny Little Man, bedeviled, affronted, victimized by various aspects of twentieth century life, but somehow, making a certain amount of sense out of all this nonsense. Unless you've read a certain magazine consistently and have nearly total recall, these pieces will be as fresh and funny as ever and are to be read best intermittently. Benchley once said that Perelman took over the dementia praecox field. Or Perelmania--to be enjoyed.