Truth Rings No Bells.

Politics Have Always Covered Two Distinct Kinds Of Problems: Problems Of Administrative Routine, And Those That May Be Called 'questions Of The Moment.' A Question Of The Moment Is, Indeed, A Substitute For Some Notion, Such As The Idea Of God, Or Hereditary Monarchy, Or National Glory, That Has Hitherto Acted As A Symbol Of Human Co-ordination. It Provides No New Positive Certainty To Replace The Discredited Certainty, But Is What The Name Implies: The Raising Of A Question Which The Old Certainty No Longer Answers.

She [venison] Had Never Travelled And So Could Invent All Kinds Of Strange Places Without Being Limited, As Travelled People Are, By Knowledge Of Certain Places Only.

In Religion Is Much Tiredness Of People, A Giving Over Of Their Doing To Someone Else.

Poetry Brings All Possible Experience To The Same Degree: A Degree In The Consciousness Beyond Which The Consciousness Itself Cannot Go.

The Rhythmic Pattern Of The Poem, Which Forces Continuity Of Attention - Incites A Pleasurable Compulsion To 'follow' - Is Either A Tried Metrical Suasion-contrivance Or A Specially Invented Pattern Of Physical Insistences, Equally, If Not More, Binding In Its Effect On The Reader. From A Straight Linguistic Point Of View, There Is Room For Wonder If There Is Not Latent Vice In This Environment In Which Pleasurable Physically-compelled Responses, Produced By Incidents Of Poetic Utterance, Are Identified With The Good.