The Only Reason For Being

For Most Men, Life Is A Search For The Proper Manila Envelope In Which To Get Themselves Filed.

Seriously, I Do Not Know What To Say Of This Book [ Absalom, Absalom!] Except That It Seem To Point To The Final Blowup Of What Was Once A Remarkable, If Minor, Talent… This Is A Penny Dreadful Tricked Up In Fancy Language And Given A Specious Depth By The Expert Manipulation Of A Series Of Eccentric Technical Tricks. The Characters Have No Magnitude And No Meaning Because They Have No More Reality Than A Mince-pie Nightmare.

By The End Of High School I Was Not Of Course An Educated Man, But I Knew How To Try To Become One

Muhammad Ali: Superman Don't Need No Seat Belt. Flight Attendant: Superman Don't Need No Airplane, Either.

Reading Is Not An Operation Performed On Something Inert But A Relationship Entered Into With Another Vital Being.