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We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication.

Freedom Is Fragile And Must Be Protected. To Sacrifice It, Even As A Temporary Measure, Is To Betray It.

All That Remains To The Mother In Modern Consumer Society Is The Role Of Scapegoat; Psychoanalysis Uses Huge Amounts Of Money And Time To Persuade Analysis And To Foist Their Problems On To The Absent Mother, Who Has No Opportunity To Utter A Word In Her Own Defence. Hostility To The Mother In Our Societies Is An Index Of Mental Health.

Until Women Themselves Reject Stigma And Refuse To Feel Shame For The Way Others Treat Them, They Have No Hope Of Achieving Full Human Stature.

We Still Make Love To Organs And Not People; That So Far From Realising That People Are Never More Idiosyncratic, Never More Totally There When They Make Love, We Re Never More Incommunicative, Never More Alone.