There Is Only One Prospect Worse Than

I Profoundly Admire Aldous Huxley, Both For His Philosophy And Uncompromising Sincerity. But I Disagree With His Advocacy Of 'the Chemical Opening Of Doors Into The Other World', And With His Belief That Drugs Can Procure 'what Catholic Theologians Call A Gratuitous Grace'. Chemically Induced Hallucinations, Delusions And Raptures May Be Frightening Or Wonderfully Gratifying; In Either Case They Are In The Nature Of Confidence Tricks Played On One's Own Nervous System.

The Most Persistent Sound Which Reverberates Through Man's History Is The Beating Of War Drums.

One May Not Regard The World As A Sort Of Metaphysical Brothel For Emotions.

We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

In The Pun, Two Strings Of Thought Are Tangled Into One Acoustic Knot.