I Never See The Dawn That I

The Fascinating Thing To A Dispassionate Observer About The Structure Of Life In The Soviet Union Is That In Their Efforts To Produce An Unknown That We May Let Its Ideologists Call Socialism The Communist Dictators Have Produced A Brutal Approximation Of Monopoly Capitalism, A System That Has All The Disadvantages Of Our Own, With None Of The Palliatives Which Come To Us From Surviving Competition And From The Essential Division Of Economic And Political Power Which Has So Far Made It Possible For The Humane Traditions Of The Western World To Continue.

War Is Utter Damn Nonsense, A Vast Cancer Fed By Lies And Self Seeking Malignity On The Part Of Those Who Don't Do The Fighting.

Why Won't They Let A Year Die Without Bringing In A New One On The Instant, Can't They Use Birth Control On Time? I Want An Interregnum. The Stupid Years Patter On With Unrelenting Feet, Never Stopping - Rising To Little Monotonous Peaks In Our Imaginations At Festivals Like New Year's And Easter And Christmas - But, Goodness, Why Need They Do It?

Every Generation Rewrites The Past. In Easy Times History Is More Or Less Of An Ornamental Art, But In Times Of Danger We Are Driven To The Written Record By A Pressing Need To Find Answers To The Riddles Of Today.... In Times Of Change And Danger When There Is A Quicksand Of Fear Under Men's Reasoning, A Sense Of Continuity With Generations Gone Before Can Stretch Like A Lifeline Across The Scary Present And Get Us Past That Idiot Delusion Of The Exceptional Now That Blocks Good Thinking.

It's Rather Grisly, Isnt It, How Soon A Living Man Becomes Nothing More Than A Collection Of Stocks And Bonds And Debts And Real Estate?