I Didn't Want Murder. It's All Gone

Man Isn't A Noble Savage, He's An Ignoble Savage. He Is Irrational, Brutal, Weak, Silly, Unable To Be Objective About Anything Where His Own Interests Are Involved-that About Sums It Up. I'm Interested In The Brutal And Violent Nature Of Man Because It's A True Picture Of Him. And Any Attempt To Create Social Institutions On A False View Of The Nature Of Man Is Probably Doomed To Failure.

You Know, I Often Thought That The Gangster And The Artist Are The Same In The Eyes Of The Masses. They're Admired And Hero-worshipped But There Is Always Present Underlying Desire To See Them Destroyed At The Peak Of Their Glory.

Suppose By Chance You Do Get Picked Up. What Have You Done? You Shot A Horse; That Isn't First Degree Murder; In Fact, It Isn't Even Murder; In Fact, I Don't Know What It Is.

New York Was The Only Really Hostile City. Perhaps There Is A Certain Element Of The Lumpen Literati That Is So Dogmatically Atheist And Materialist And Earth-bound That It Finds The Grandeur Of Space And The Myriad Mysteries Of Cosmic Intelligence Anathema.

Gee, I Wish We Had One Of Them Doomsday Machines Things.