We Are The Hero Of

Proscription, Martial Law, The Billeting Of The Rude Troops, The Tax Collector, The Unjust Judge, Anything At All, Is Sweeter Than Responsibility.

The Idea Of Macbeth As A Conscience-torm Ented Man Is A Platitude As False As Macbeth Himself. Macbeth Has No Conscience. His Main Concern Throughout The Play Is That Most Selfish Of All Concerns: To Get A Good Night's Sleep.

Making Love, We Are All More Alike Than We Are When We Are Talking Or Acting.

If One Means By Style The Voice, The Irreducible And Always Recognizable And Alive Thing, Then Of Course Style Is Really Everything.

The Breakdown Of Our Language, Evident In The Misuse, I.e., The Misunderstanding Of Nouns And Adjectives, Is Most Grave, Though Perhaps Not So Conspicuous, In The Handling Of Prepositions, Those Modest Little Connectives That Hold The Parts Of A Phrase Or A Sentence Together. They Are The Joints Of Any Language, What Make It, Literally, Articulate.