If It’s Going To Be A World

The Paternalist Is A Sentimentalist At Heart, And The Sentimentalist Is Always Potentially Cruel.

The Prefect Evening...lying Down On The Couch Beside The Bookcase And Reading Himself Sleepy...jim Lying Opposite Him At The Other End Of The Couch, Also Reading; The Two Of Them Absorbed In Their Books Yet So Completely Aware Of Each Other's Presence.

But Now Isn’t Simply Now. Now Is Also A Cold Reminder: One Whole Day Later Than Yesterday, One Year Later Than Last Year. Every Now Is Labeled With Its Date, Rendering All Past Nows Obsolete, Until — Later Of Sooner — Perhaps — No, Not Perhaps — Quite Certainly: It Will Come.

I'm Very Militant, You Know, In A Quite Way.

Only Those Who Are Capable Of Silliness Can Be Called Truly Intelligent.