The Choking Humidity Makes Amphibians Of Us

The Cloak Of The Past Is Cut From Patches Of Feeling ,and Sewn With Rebus Threads.most Of The Time , The Best We Can Do Is Wrap It Around Ourselves For Comfort Or Drag It Behind Us As We Struggle To Go On .

Let Me Explain Something To You. Look Around Here. How Many People Do You Count? Sixty, Eighty, Eighty People? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists From Everywhere. Eating, Drinking, Talking, Laughing. And From Bombay - Indians And Iranians And Afghans And Arabs And Africans. But How Many Of These People Have Real Power, Real Destiny, Real Dynamic For Their Place, And Their Time, And The Lives Of Thousand Of People? I Will Tell You - Four. Four People In This Room With Power, And The Rest Are Like The Rest Of The People Everywhere: Powerless, Sleepers In The Dream.

While The Foods Were Being Prepared, I Watched As Men Dragged A Foot-operated Grinding Wheel Into An Open Space, And The Groom Devoted A Tense Hour To Putting A Razor's Edge To A Large, Ornate Dagger. The Bride's Father Watched That Effort With A Critical Eye. After Satisfying Himself That The Weapon Was Suitably Lethal, He Gravely Accepted It As A Gift From The Younger Man. The Groom Has Just Sharpened The Knife That The Bride's Father Will Use On Him, If He Ever Mistreats The Girl.

So When Will Be The Time To Get On The Train? I Think.....a Little Bit Almost Quite Very Soon And Not Long.

The Only Force More Ruthless And Cynical Than The Business Of Big Politics Is The Politics Of Big Business.