An Eating Disorder Epidemic Suggests That Love

There Is A Slovenly Disrespect For Truth And Reality That Has Infected And Cross-infected The Arts; The Values Of Entertainment Are Relentlessly In The Ascendant, To The Extent That It Becomes Virtually Impossible To Write A Naturalistic Fictional Sentence Without Feeling That The Fabric Of That Sentence Is Already Compromised.

You Could Time A Suburban Story By Your Watch: It Lasts As Long As It Takes A Small Furry Animal That's Lonely To Find Friends, Or A Small Furry Animal That's Lost To Find Its Parents; It Lasts As Long As A Quick Avowal Of Love; It Lasts Precisely As Long As The Average Parent Is Disposed On A Tuesday Night To Spend Reading Aloud To Children.

Modern Morality Is All About Perception.

A Neighbor Is Something That Belongs To The Stable World Of Home Life, The Thing That Lives Next Door To You.

A Sentence Is Born Into This World Neither Good Nor Bad, And That To Establish Its Character Is A Question Of The Subtlest Possible Adjustments, A Process Of Intuition To Which Exaggeration And Force Are Fatal.