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Public Education Was Not Founded To Give Society What It Wants. Quite The Opposite.

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

For Poetry Exists To Break Through To Below The Level Of Reason Where The Angels And Monsters That The Amenities Keep In The Cellar May Come Out To Dance, To Rove And Roar, Growling And Singing, To Bring Life Back To The Enclosed Rooms Where Too Often We Are Only 'living And Partly Living.

Lunches Are Just Not Good. They Take The Heart Out Of The Day And The Spaciousness From The Morning's Work.