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Such Is The Content Of The Mental Life Of The Hemingway Hero And The Good Guy In General. Every Day He Gets Beaten Into A Servile Pulp By His Own Mechanical Reflexes, Which Are Constantly Busy Registering And Reacting To The Violent Stimuli Which His Big, Noisy, Kinesthetic Environment Has Provided For His Unreflective Reception.

There Are No Passengers On Spaceship Earth. We Are All Crew.

We Have Be-come Irrevocably Involved With, And Responsible For, Each Other.

Good Taste Is The First Refuge Of The Non Creative. It Is The Last Ditch Stand Of The Artist.

Food For The Mind Is Like Food For The Body: The Inputs Are Never The Same As The Outputs.