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There Is Only One Way Left To Escape The Alienation Of Present Day Society: To Retreat Ahead Of It.

The New Is Not A Fashion, It Is A Value.

To Try To Write Love Is To Confront The Muck Of Language: That Region Of Hysteria Where Language Is Both Too Much And Too Little, Excessive And Impoverished.

Pleasure Is Continually Disappointed, Reduced, Deflated, In Favor Of Strong, Noble Values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, Etc. Its Victorious Rival Is Desire: We Are Always Being Told About Desire, Never About Pleasure.

Literature Is The Question Minus The Answer.