If People Have Some Sort Of Yearning,

And While We're On The Subject Of Ducks, Which We Plainly Are, The Story, 'the Ugly Duckling' Ought Be Banned As The Central Character Wasn't A Duckling Or He Wouldn't Have Grown Up Into A Swan. He Was A Cygnet.

Sometimes When We're Incensed By The Rancid Tide Of Injustice, The Impulse Is To Attack. We Must Avoid This. We Have Learned That Violence As A Means Is Always Unsuccessful.

The Priority Of Any Addict Is To Anaesthetise The Pain Of Living To Ease The Passage Of Day With Some Purchased Relief.

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.

I Want To Change The World, And Do Something Valuable And Beautiful. I Want People To Remember Me Before I'm Dead, And Then More Afterwards.