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If The Sad Truth Be Known, Writers, Being The Misfits We Are, Probably Ought Not To Belong To Families In The First Place. We Simply Are Too Self-interested, Though We May Excuse The Flaw By Calling It 'focused.'

Slum Kids Die Slowly, Their Lives Eroded At So Languid A Pace That Even They Would Have Trouble Tracing The Disintegration. To The Children Of War Death Explodes Like A Car Bomb.

The Belief In Potential Human Virtue Underlies The Whole Idea Of The Bill Of Rights; The Document Is A Very Tough Guardian Of That Belief.

For Those At Home, As Well As For Those In Battle, War Is Curiously Disabling. The Mere Realization That One's Country Is At War Poisons The Bloodstream, Creates An Incessant Mood Of Worry That Infiltrates Even The Most Casual Moments.

Only By Moving In The Direction You Least Trust Can You Be Saved