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The Very Purpose Of Existence Is To Reconcile The Glowing Opinion We Hold Of Ourselves With The Appalling Things That Other People Think About Us.

In England, Nobody's Your Friend.

Vienna Is Cold, And Dark, And Sad. It Is Laid Out As Though For A Royal Parade; The Streets Are Wide And They're Flanked By Monumental Buildings, Decorated With The Faces Of Angry Gods. And On The Roof Are Statues Of National Heroes, Wielding Weapons Of Destruction.

Many [hooligans] Discover To Their Shame That They Have Scruples; They Have Roots And, Greatest Disadvantage Of All, They Have Hope. The Fathers Superior Of The Order Do Not Try To Influence Their Children In Satan; They Merely Shake Their Heads In Sorrow. They Know That The Apostate Must Work Out His Own Damnation.

If A Man Were To Look Over The Fence On One Side Of His Garden And Observe That The Neighbor On His Left Had Laid His Garden Path Round A Central Lawn; And Were To Look Over The Fence On The Other Side Of His Garden And Observe That The Neighbor On His Right Had Laid His Path Down The Middle Of The Lawn, And Were Then To Lay His Own Garden Path Diagonally From One Corner To The Other, That Man's Soul Would Be Lost. Originality Is Only To Be Praised When Not Prefaced By The Look To Right And Left.