Maybe Any Action Becomes Cowardly

Modern Neurosis Began With The Discoveries Of Copernicus. Science Made Men Feel Small By Showing Him That The Earth Was Not The Center Of The Universe.

Venice Is The Worlds Unconscious: A Misers Glittering Hoard, Guarded By A Beast Whose Eyes Are Made Of White Agate, And By A Saint Who Is Really A Prince Who Has Just Slain A Dragon.

The Erotic Element Always Present In Fashion, The Kiss Of Loving Labor On The Body, Is Now Overtly Expressed By Language. Belts Hug Or Clasp; Necklines Plunge; Jerseys Bind. The Word Exciting Tingles Everywhere.

Maybe Any Action Becomes Cowardly Once You Stop To Reason About It.

An Unrectified Case Of Injustice Has A Terrible Way Of Lingering, Restlessly, In The Social Atmosphere Like An Unfinished Question.