Genius Is Childhood Recaptured.

The Day The World Ends, No One Will Be There, Just As No One Was There When It Began. This Is A Scandal. Such A Scandal For The Human Race That It Is Indeed Capable Collectively, Out Of Spite, Of Hastening The End Of The World By All Means Just So It Can Enjoy The Show.

If There Is A Species Which Is More Maltreated Than Children, Then It Must Be Their Toys, Which They Handle In An Incredibly Off-hand Manner. Toys Are Thus The End Point In That Long Chain In Which All The Conditions Of Despotic High-handedness Are In Play Which Enchain Beings One To Another, From One Species To Another --cruel Divinities To Their Sacrificial Victims, From Masters To Slaves, From Adults To Children, And From Children To Their Objects.

Americans May Have No Identity, But They Do Have Wonderful Teeth.

It Is Exciting To Hear One Of Your Fondest Ideas Formulated In One Fell Swoop, Better Than You Could Have Done Yourself.

As The End Of The Century Approaches, All Our Culture Is Like The Culture Of Flies At The Beginning Of Winter. Having Lost Their Agility, Dreamy And Demented, They Turn Slowly About The Window In The First Icy Mists Of Morning. They Give Themselves A Last Wash And Brush-up, Their Oscillated Eyes Roll, And They Fall Down The Curtains.