Journalism Was Being Whittled Away By A

There Was Scarcely A Woman Alive, It Seemed, Who Could Resist The Urge To Haul Men Down Onto Beds, Car Seats, Kitchen Floors, Dining-room Tables, Park Grass, Parlor Sofas, Or Packing Crates, Entwine Warm Thighs Around Them, And Pant In Ecstasy.

The Early Commentators Who Put Down The Pre-presidential Roosevelt As An Empty-headed Young Lightweight, All Ambition And No Talent, Now Seem Comically Wrong To A Modern Book-reading, Movie-going, Television-watching, Legend-loving American Public Conditioned To Think Of Him As One Of The Presidential Giants On The Order Of Washington And Lincoln.

Of All The People Expressing Their Mental Vacuity, None Has A Better Excuse For An Empty Head Than The Newspaperman: If He Pauses To Restock His Brain, He Invites Onrushing Deadlines To Trample Him Flat. Broadcasting The Contents Of Empty Minds Is What Most Of Us Do Most Of The Time, And Nobody More Relentlessly Than I.

Ireland Really Is My Problem; The Breaking Point Of The Huge Suppuration Which All British And All European Society Now Is

The Twentieth Century Seems Afflicted By A Gigantic... Power Failure. Powerlessness And The Sense Of Powerlessness May Be The Environmental Disease Of The Age.