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Nothing Defines The Quality Of Life In A Community More Clearly Than People Who Regard Themselves, Or Whom The Consensus Chooses To Regard, As Mentally Unwell.

My Grandmother Refused To Concede That Any Member Of The Family Died Of Natural Causes. An Uncle's Cancer In Middle Age Occurred Because All The Suitcases Fell Off The Luggage Rack Onto Him When He Was In His Teens, And So Forth. Death Was An Acquired Characteristic.

Moral Self-infatuation Has Its Own Corruptions, After All. With Time, Almost Every Other Principle Of The Magazine Acquired An Ironic Echo, A Sort Of Cackling Aftermath.

Lyda Was An Exuberant, Even A Dramatic Gardener.... She Was Always Holding Up A Lettuce Or A Bunch Of Radishes With An Air Of Resolute Courage, As Though She Had Shot Them Herself.

The Time For Prizes And Competitions At Art Festivals Is Over. Competition Is Too Closely Tied To Values That Are Alien To The Arts.