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Travelers Learn Not Just Foreign Customs And Curious Cuisines And Unfamiliar Beliefs And Novel Forms Of Government. They Learn, If They Are Lucky, Humility.

Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.

The Past Is Not The Present: Pretending It Is Corrupts Art And Thus Both Rots The Mind And Shrivels The Imagination And Conscience.

Chickenshit Can Be Recognized Instantly Because It Never Has Anything To Do With Winning The War.

The Middles Cleave To Euphemisms Not Just Because They're An Aid In Avoiding Facts. They Like Them Also Because They Assist Their Social Yearnings Towards Pomposity. This Is Possible Because Most Euphemisms Permit The Speaker To Multiply Syllables, And The Middle Class Confuses Sheer Numerousness With Weight And Value.