Lifelong Monogamy Is A Maniacal Idea.

A Woman Is Never So Happy As When She Is Being Wooed. Then She Is Mistress Of All She Surveys, The Cynosure Of All Eyes, Until That Day Of Days When She Sails Down The Aisle, A Vision In White, Lovely As The Stefanotis She Carries, Borne Translucent On Her Father's Manly Arm To Be Handed Over To Her New Father-surrogate. If She Is Clever, And If Her Husband Has The Time And The Resources, She Will Insist On Being Wooed All Her Life; More Likely She Will Discover That Marriage Is Not Romantic, That Husbands Forget Birthdays And Aniversaries And Seldom Pay Compliments, Are Often Perfunctory.

Rather Than Seek To Be Squired And Dated By Their Rivals Why Should It Not Be Possible For Women To Find Relaxation And Pleasure In The Company Of Their 'inferiors'? They Would Need To Shed Their Desperate Need To Admire A Man, And Accept The Gentler Role Of Loving Him. A Learned Woman Cannot Castrate A Truck-driver Like She Can Her Intellectual Rival, Because He Has No Exaggerated Respect For Her Bookish Capacities. The Alternative To Conventional Education Is Not Stupidity, And Many A Clever Girl Needs The Corrective Of A Humbler Soul's Genuine Wisdom.

Sadness Is The Matrix From Which Wit And Irony Spring; Sadness Is Uncomfortable And Creative, Which Is Why Consumer Society Cannot Tolerate It.

Sex For Many Has Become A Sorry Business, A Mechanical Release Involving Neither Discovery Nor Triumph, Stressing Human Isolation More Dishearte-ingly Than Ever Before.

It Is In Our Interests To Let The Police And Their Employers Go On Believing That The Underground Is A Conspiracy, Because It Increases Their Paranoia And Their Inability To Deal With What Is Really Happening. As Long As They Look For Ringleaders And Documents They Will Miss Their Mark, Which Is That Proportion Of Every Personality Which Belongs In The Underground.