It’s Not A Lie. It’s

The Honest Man Might Observe... That No One Gets Something For Nothing; That Politicians Go In Poor And Go Out Rich; That The Government Screws Up Everything It Touches; And That The Will To Believe Is Best Confined To The Religious Venue, As To Practice It Elsewhere Is Just Too Damned Expensive.

The Product Of The Artist Has Become Less Important Than The Fact Of The Artist. We Wish To Absorb This Person. We Wish To Devour Someone Who Has Experienced The Tragic. In Our Society This Person Is Much More Important Than Anything He Might Create.

Where In The Wide History Of The World Do We Find Art Created By The Excessively Wealthy, Powerful, Or Educated?

Listen, Here's The Thing About An English Degree - If You Sat Somebody Down And Asked Them To Make A List Of The Writers They Admire Over The Last Hundred Years, See How Many Of Them Got A Degree In English.

It’s Not A Lie. It’s A Gift For Fiction.