He Was The Mightiest Of Puritans No

Today's Competitiveness, So Much Imposed From Without, Is Exhausting, Not Exhilarating; Is Unending-a Part Of One's Social Life, One's Solitude, One's Sleep, One's Sleeplessness.

The Technique Of Winning Is So Shoddy, The Terms Of Winning Are So Ignoble, The Tenure Of Winning Is So Brief; And The Specter Of The Has-been-a Shameful Rather Than A Pitiable Sight Today-brings A Sudden Chill Even To Our Sunlit Moments.

London ... Remains A Man's City Where New York Is Chiefly A Woman's. London Has Whole Streets That Cater To Men's Wants. It Has Its Great Solid Phalanx Of Fortress Clubs.

It Is One Of The Sublime Provincialities Of New York That Its Inhabitants Lap Up Trivial Gossip About Essential Nobodies They've Never Set Eyes On, While Continuing To Boast That They Could Live Somewhere For Twenty Years Without So Much As Exchanging Pleasantries With Their Neighbors Across The Hall.

One Of The Saddest Things About Conformity Is The Ghastly Sort Of Non-conformity It Breeds; The Noisy Protesting, The Aggressive Rebelliousness, The Rigid Counter-fetishism.