He Who Is Allowed To

Strong Emotional Experiences Are For The Most Part Impersonal. Anyone Who Has Hated Another Person So Much That Only Chance Stands Between That Person And Death Knows This, As Does Whoever Has Fallen Into The Catastrophe Of A Deep Depression, Anyone Who Has Loved A Woman To The Dregs, Anyone Who Has Beaten Others Bloody Or Ever Come Up Behind Another Person With Muscles Trembling. "losing One's Head," Language Calls It. Emotional Experience Is, In Itself, Poor In Qualities; Qualities Are Brought To It By The Person Who Has The Experience.

... The Novel Is Called Upon Like No Other Art Form To Incorporate The Intellectual Content Of An Age.

[...] A Number Of Flawed Individuals Can Often Add Up To A Brilliant Social Unit.

Wordsworth's Particular Grace, His Charisma, As Theologians Say, Has Been Granted In Equal Measure To So Very Few Men Since Time Was--to Plato And Who Else? The Crucial Thing Is Never What We Do, But Always What We Do Right After That. What Matters Is Always The Next Step!

What Is Perceptible To One’s Mistrust Is The Cut-and-dried Way That Life Is Divided Up And The Ready-made Form It Assumes, The Ever-recurring Sameness Of It, The Pre-formations Passed Down By Generation After Generation, The Ready-made Language Not Only Of The Tongue But Also Of The Sensations And The Feelings.