The Only Ultimate Disaster That Can Befall

One Of The Great Weaknesses Of The Progressive, As Distinct From The Religious, Mind, Is That It Has No Awareness Of Truth As Such; Only Of Truth In Terms Of Enlightened Expediency. The Contrast Is Well Exemplified In Two Exact Contemporaries - Simone Weil And Simone De Beauvoir; Both Highly Intelligent And Earnestly Disposed. In All The Fearful Moral Dilemmas Of Our Time, Simone Weil Never Once Went Astray, Whereas Simone De Beauvoir, With I Am Sure The Best Of Intentions, Has Found Herself Aligned With Apologists For Some Of The Most Monstrous Barbarities And Falsehoods Of History.

The Truth Is That A Lost Empire, Lost Power And Lost Wealth Provide Perfect Circumstances For Living Happily And Contentedly In Our Enchanted Island.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

Sex On The Brain Is The Wrong Place To Have It.

On Television I Feel Like A Man Playing Piano In A Brothel; Every Now And Again He Solaces Himself By Playing 'abide With Me' In The Hope Of Edifying Both The Clients And The Inmates