To Fool A Judge, Feign Fascination, But

In The 1970s And 1980s There Was So Little Decent Fiction For Young People, But We're Now In A Golden Age That Shows No Sign Of Fading. Philip Pullman, J. K. Rowling, Lemony Snicket Are Only Three Of The Best Known Among A Good Number Of Equals.

This World, He Thinks, Contains Just One Masterpiece, And That Is Itself.

The Mind Abhors A Vacancy & Is Wont To People It With Phantoms.

How Vulgar, This Hankering After Immortality, How Vain, How False. Composers Are Merely Scribblers Of Cave Paintings. One Writes Music Because Winter Is Eternal And Because, If One Didn't, The Wolves And Blizzards Would Be At One's Throat All The Sooner.

Once Any Tyranny Becomes Accepted As Ordinary, Its Victory Is Assured.