The World's Becoming A Museum Of Socialist

Letters Are Largely Written To Get Things Out Of Your System.

If I Were Sufficiently Romantic I Suppose I'd Have Killed Myself Long Ago Just To Make People Talk About Me. I Haven't Even Got The Conviction To Make A Successful Drunkard.

Why Won't They Let A Year Die Without Bringing In A New One On The Instant, Can't They Use Birth Control On Time? I Want An Interregnum. The Stupid Years Patter On With Unrelenting Feet, Never Stopping - Rising To Little Monotonous Peaks In Our Imaginations At Festivals Like New Year's And Easter And Christmas - But, Goodness, Why Need They Do It?

I Never Understood Exactly Why People Get Engaged--the Only Time I Ever Did The Most Disastrous Things Happened--but I Feel That There's A Great Deal To Be Said For Immediate Matrimony Always. If I Once Got Started I'd Probably Have To Become A Mormon To Cover My Confusion. What I Mean Is That If He And She Are Crazy About Each Other It Is Sheer Tempting God To Stay Apart, Come What May. And If People Arent Crazy About Each Other Being Engaged Wont Help Them.

One Of The Most Extraordinary Things About Industrial Society Of The Present Day Is Its Idiot Lack Of Memory. Tabloids And Movies Take The Place Of Mental Processes And Revolts, Crimes, Despairs Pass Off In A Dribble Of Vague Words And Rubber Stamp Phrases Without Leaving A Scratch On The Mind Of The Driven Instalment-paying, Subway-packing Mass.