Not Every Boy Thrown To The Wolves

It Is Often Pleasant To Stone A Martyr, No Matter How Much We May Admire Him.

To Turn Experience Into Speech - That Is, To Classify, To Categorize, To Conceptualize, To Grammarize, To Syntactify It - Is Always A Betrayal Of Experience, A Falsification Of It; But Only So Betrayed Can It Be Dealt With At All, And Only In So Dealing With It Did I Ever Feel A Man, Alive And Kicking.

He Wishes He Had Never Entered The Funhouse. But He Has. Then He Wishes He Were Dead. But He's Not. Therefore He Will Construct Funhouses For Others And Be Their Secret Operator -- Though He Would Rather Be Among The Lovers For Whom Funhouses Are Designed.

More History Is Made By Secret Handshakes Than By Battles, Bills And Proclamations.

My Dear Fellow,' Burlingame Said, 'we Sit Here On A Blind Rock Careening Through Space; We Are All Of Us Rushing Headlong To The Grave. Think You The Worms Will Care, When Anon They Make A Meal Of You, Whether You Spent Your Moment Sighing Wigless In Your Chamber, Or Sacked The Golden Towns Of Montezuma? Lookee, The Day's Nigh Spent; 'tis Gone Careening Into Time Forever. Not A Tale's Length Past We Lined Our Bowels With Dinner, And Already They Growl For More. We Are Dying Men, Ebenezer: I'faith, There's Time For Naught But Bold Resolves!