My Dislike Has No Consequences.

The Writer Has A Grudge Against Society, Which He Documents With Accounts Of Unsatisfying Sex, Unrealized Ambition, Unmitigated Loneliness, And A Sense Of Local And Global Distress. The Square, Overpopulation, The Bourgeois, The Bomb And The Cocktail Party Are Variously Identified As Sources Of The Grudge. There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.

The Motion Picture Is Like Journalism In That, More Than Any Of The Other Arts, It Confers Celebrity. Not Just On People - On Acts, And Objects, And Places, And Ways Of Life. The Camera Brings A Kind Of Stardom To Them All. I Therefore Doubt That Film Can Ever Argue Effectively Against Its Own Material: That A Genuine Antiwar Film, Say, Can Be Made On The Basis Of Even The Ugliest Battle Scenes ... No Matter What Filmmakers Intend, Film Always Argues Yes.

Writing About Writing Is A Bit Like Talking About A Conversation You Are Having; It Tends To Obscure Desperation About Where The Next Word Is Coming From.

I Took A Little Celebrational Nap.

If You Once Cede To The Court The Power To Decide Elections, Let Alone Even The Power To Halt Counting Of The Votes, Then You Have Ceded It Everything.