Argue With Anything Else, But Don't Argue

There Are Some Who Live By Every Rule And Cling Tightly To Their Rectitude Because They Fear Being Swept Away By A Tempest Of Passion, And There Are Others Who Cling To The Rules Because They Fear That There Is No Passion There At All, And That If They Let Go They Would Simply Remain Where They Are, Foolish And Unmoved; And They Could Bear That Least Of All. Living A Life Of Iron Control Lets Them Pretend To Themselves That Only By The Mightiest Effort Of Will Can They Hold Great Passions At Bay.

I'll Be Looking For You, Will, Every Moment, Every Single Moment. And When We Do Find Each Other Again, We'll Cling Together So Tight That Nothing And No One'll Ever Tear Us Apart. Every Atom Of Me And Every Atom Of You... We'll Live In Birds And Flowers And Dragonflies And Pine Trees And In Clouds And In Those Little Specks Of Light You See Floating In Sunbeams... And When They Use Our Atoms To Make New Lives, They Wont' Just Be Able To Take One, They'll Have To Take Two, One Of You And One Of Me, We'll Be Joined So Tight.

The Fact Was That Where Will Is Concerned, She Was Developing A New Kind Of Sense, As If He Were Simply More In Focus Than Anyone She'd Known Before. Everything About Him Was Clear And Close And Immediate.

You Are Dead- What Am I Speaking To?

The Moment In The Account Of Adam And Eve In The Book Of Genesis Is When They Realize They're Naked And Try And Cover Themselves With Fig Leaves. That Seemed To Me A Perfect Allegory Of What Happened In The 20th Century With Regard To Literary Modernism. Literary Modernism Grew Out Of A Sense That, “oh My God! I'm Telling A Story! Oh, That Can't Be The Case, Because I'm A Clever Person. I'm A Literary Person! What Am I Going To Do To Distinguish Myself?...a Lot Of Modernism Does Seem To Come Out Of A Fear Of Being Thought An Ordinary Storyteller.