... Politics Are Nothing But

I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over Their Ground, Trees Make A Long Shadow And A Light Sound.

O God, In The Dream The Terrible Horse Began To Paw At The Air, And Make For Me With His Blows.

The Fact, And The Intuition Or Logic About The Fact, Are Severe Coordinates In Fiction. In The Short Story They Must Cross With Hair-line Precision.

Intellectuals Range Through The Finest Gradations Of Kind And Quality: From Those Who Are Merely Educated Neurotics, Usually With Strong Hidden Reactionary Tendencies, Through Mediocrities Of All Kinds, To Men Of Real Brains And Sensibility, More Or Less Stiffened Into Various Respectabilities Or Substitutes For Respectability. The Number Of Ignorant Specialists Is Large. The Number Of Hysterics And Compulsives Is Also Large.

The Art Of One Period Cannot Be Approached Through The Attitudes (emotional Or Intellectual) Of Another.