Elaborate Burial Customs Are A Sure Sign

Nonetheless, Scranton Had Travelled In Space. He Had Known The Loneliness Of Separation From All Other Human Beings, He Had Gazed At The Empty Perspectives That I Myself Had Seen.

Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real Nor Significant.

The Car As We Know It Is On The Way Out. To A Large Extent, I Deplore Its Passing, For As A Basically Old-fashioned Machine, It Enshrines A Basically Old-fashioned Idea: Freedom. In Terms Of Pollution, Noise And Human Life, The Price Of That Freedom May Be High, But Perhaps The Car, By The Very Muddle And Confusion It Causes, May Be Holding Back The Remorseless Spread Of The Regimented, Electronic Society.

Sooner Or Later, All Games Become Serious.

After Being Bombarded Endlessly By Road-safety Propaganda It Was Almost A Relief To Find Myself In An Actual Accident.