This Ain't A War... It's

A Man Is Never More His Single Separate Self Than When He Sets Out On A Journey.

In Certain Savage Tribes In New Guinea, They Put The Old People Up In The Trees And Shake Them Once A Year In The Spring; If They Don't Fall Out They Let Them Live Another Year.

A Novel Is A Commodity That Fulfills A Certain Need; People Need To Buy Daydreams Like They Need To Buy Ice Cream Or Aspirin Or Gin. They Even Need To Buy A Pinch Of Intellectual Catnip Now And Then To Liven Up Their Thoughts.

Shakespeare Wouldn't Have Been Any Good If He'd Stayed In Stratford. He Had To Go To London To Be Bathed In The Full Current Of The Renaissance.

It's Not The Possibility Of Stalinism In The U.s. That's Worrying Me, It's The Fact That The Stalinist C.p. Seems Doomed To Fail And To Bring Down With It All The Humanitarian Tendencies I Personally Believe In--all The While Acting As A Mould On Which Its Obverse The Fascist Mentality Is Made--and This Recent Massacre Is Certainly A Sign Of Stalinism's Weakness Not Of Its Strength. None Of That Has Anything To Do With Marx's Work--but It Certainly Does Influence One's Attitude Towards A Given Political Party.