In November You Begin To Know How

If I Practised Sex, Out Of Moral Conviction, That Was One Thing; But To Enjoy It... Seemed A Defeat.

The Only Way I Can Pay Back For What Fate And Society Have Handed Me Is To Try, In Minor Totally Useless Ways, To Make An Angry Sound Against Injustice.

The World's Fat Is Badly Divided.

The English Are Very Proud Of Their Parliament, And Week In, Week Out, Century After Century, They Have Pretty Good Cause To Be.

From The Earliest Wars Of Men To Our Last Heart-breaking Worldwide Effort, All We Could Do Was Kill Ourselves. Now We Are Able To Kill The Future.