Surely The Glory Of Journalism

When I Look Back On My Life Nowadays, Which I Sometimes Do, What Strikes Me Most Forcibly About It Is That What Seemed At The Time Most Significant And Seductive, Seems Now Most Futile And Absurd. For Instance, Success In All Of Its Various Guises; Being Known And Being Praised; Ostensible Pleasures, Like Acquiring Money Or Seducing Women, Or Traveling, Going To And Fro In The World And Up And Down In It Like Satan, Exploring And Experiencing Whatever Vanity Fair Has To Offer. In Retrospect All These Exercises In Self-gratification Seem Pure Fantasy, What Pascal Called “licking The Earth.

Civilization - A Heap Of Rubble Scavenged By Scrawny English Lit. Vultures.

I Can Say That I Never Knew What Joy Was Like Until I Gave Up Pursuing Happiness, Or Cared To Live Until I Chose To Die. For These Two Discoveries I Am Beholden To Jesus.

It's The Circumstances Of Popular Monarchy, The Manner In Which It's Developed, And It Is Also The Fault Of The People Who Present Her With This Unquestioning Adulation. In Other Words, It's Their Lack Of A Larger Faith. Which Makes Them Fasten Onto, A Purely Earthly Symbol.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!