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From So Much Of This Seriously-intended Pornography There Rises, Even When It Is Lewdly Or Boisterously Comic, The Acrid Smell, Unmistakable, Of Self-dislike.

The Gesture With Which One Generation Guards The Next Is The Movement, And The Only Time We See It Clearly, Of Life Itself.

Lord, If There Is A Heartache Vienna Cannot Cure I Hope Never To Feel It. I Came Home Cured Of Everything Except Vienna.

An Animal Is Not Cruel; It Lives Wholly In The Instant Leap On Its Prey, In The Present Taste Of Marrow Or Blood. Cruelty Begins With The Memory, And The Pleasures Of The Memory Are Impure; They Draw Their Strength Along Levels Where No Sun Has Reached.

If You Think With Enough Energy About A Hoped-for Event, It Will In The End Happen. Not Because You Willed It. Because It Was All The Time In Your Nature.