So Much In A Revolution Is Nothing

Every Compulsion Is Put Upon Writers To Become Safe, Polite, Obedient, And Sterile.

There Are Dozens Of Young Poets And Fictioneers Most Of Them A Little Insane In The Tradition Of James Joyce, Who, However Insane They May Be, Have Refused To Be Genteel And Traditional And Dull.

Think How Much Better It Is To Criticize Conventional Customs If You Yourself Live Up To Them, Scrupulously.

The Greatest Mystery About A Human Being Is Not His Reaction To Sex Or Praise, But The Manner In Which He Contrives To Put In Twenty-four Hours A Day. It Is This Which Puzzles The Longshoreman About The Clerk, The Londoner About The Bushman.

The Middle Class, That Prisoner Of The Barbarian 20th Century.