The Normal Economic System Works Itself.

I Like Aristocracy. I Like The Beauty Of Aristocracy. I Like The Hierarchical Feeling.

In 1957, I Decided: Write Or Perish.

But Knowledge Does Not Protect One. Life Is Contemptuous Of Knowledge; It Forces It To Sit In The Anterooms, To Wait Outside. Passion, Energy, Lies: These Are What Life Admires. Still, Anything Can Be Endured If All Humanity Is Watching. The Martyrs Prove It. We Live In The Attention Of Others. We Turn To It As Flowers To The Sun.

As I Look Back, I See That Life Is Like A Game Of Solitaire And Every Once In A While There Is A Move.

On The Internet, Everyone Is Writing. There Is A Great Flowering Of Writing.