Only One Thing Is Certain:

Libraries Are Reservoirs Of Strength, Grace And Wit, Reminders Of Order, Calm And Continuity, Lakes Of Mental Energy, Neither Warm Nor Cold, Light Nor Dark.

Until Women Themselves Reject Stigma And Refuse To Feel Shame For The Way Others Treat Them, They Have No Hope Of Achieving Full Human Stature.

A Woman Is Never So Happy As When She Is Being Wooed. Then She Is Mistress Of All She Surveys, The Cynosure Of All Eyes, Until That Day Of Days When She Sails Down The Aisle, A Vision In White, Lovely As The Stefanotis She Carries, Borne Translucent On Her Father's Manly Arm To Be Handed Over To Her New Father-surrogate. If She Is Clever, And If Her Husband Has The Time And The Resources, She Will Insist On Being Wooed All Her Life; More Likely She Will Discover That Marriage Is Not Romantic, That Husbands Forget Birthdays And Aniversaries And Seldom Pay Compliments, Are Often Perfunctory.

There Have Been Women In The Past Far More Daring Than We Would Need To Be Now, Who Ventured All And Gained A Little, But Survived After All.

The Hippie Is The Scion Of Surplus Value. The Dropout Can Only Claim Sanctity In A Society Which Offers Something To Be Dropped Out Of--career, Ambition, Conspicuous Consumption. The Effects Of Hippie Sanctimony Can Only Be Felt In The Context Of Others Who Plunder His Lifestyle For What They Find Good Or Profitable, A Process Known As Rip-off By The Hippie, Who Will Not See How Savagely He Has Pillaged Intricate And Demanding Civilizations For His Own Parodic Lifestyle.