My Dislike Has No Consequences. It Accrues

The Writer Has A Grudge Against Society, Which He Documents With Accounts Of Unsatisfying Sex, Unrealized Ambition, Unmitigated Loneliness, And A Sense Of Local And Global Distress. The Square, Overpopulation, The Bourgeois, The Bomb And The Cocktail Party Are Variously Identified As Sources Of The Grudge. There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.

Do You Realize How Angry You Sound?” Must Be One Of The Most Infuriating Questions In The Language.

The Motion Picture Is Like Journalism In That, More Than Any Of The Other Arts, It Confers Celebrity. Not Just On People - On Acts, And Objects, And Places, And Ways Of Life. The Camera Brings A Kind Of Stardom To Them All. I Therefore Doubt That Film Can Ever Argue Effectively Against Its Own Material: That A Genuine Antiwar Film, Say, Can Be Made On The Basis Of Even The Ugliest Battle Scenes ... No Matter What Filmmakers Intend, Film Always Argues Yes.

Sanity ... Is The Most Profound Moral Option Of Our Time.

My Dislike Has No Consequences. It Accrues Only In My Mind—like Preserves On A Shelf Or Guns Zeroing In, And Never Firing.