A Best-seller Was A Book Which Somehow

Each Living Art Object, Taken Out Of Its Native Habitat So We Can Conveniently Gaze At It, Is Like An Animal In A Zoo. Something About It Has Died In The Removal.

No Agnostic Ever Burned Anyone At The Stake Or Tortured A Pagan, A Heretic, Or An Unbeliever.

I Write To Discover What I Think. After All, The Bars Aren't Open That Early.

Destruction Is Easy For Humans But Creation Is Too Difficult.

The Improved American Highway System Isolated The American-in-transit. On His Speedway He Had No Contact With The Towns Which He By-passed. If He Stopped For Food Or Gas, He Was Served No Local Fare Or Local Fuel, But Had One Of Howard Johnson's Nationally Branded Ice Cream Flavors, And So Many Gallons Of Exxon. This Vast Ocean Of Superhighways Was Nearly As Free Of Culture As The Sea Traversed By The Mayflower Pilgrims.