Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.

The Very Madness Of The Scheme Protects It.

Actors Are Cave Dwellers In A Rich Darkness Which They Love And Hate.

Music Relates Sound And Time And So Pictures The Ultimate Edges Of Human Commmunications.

Learning Philosophy Is Learning A Particular Kind Of Intuitive Understanding.