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War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

Unable To Create A Meaningful Life For Itself, The Personality Takes Its Own Revenge: From The Lower Depths Comes A Regressive Form Of Spontaneity: Raw Animality Forms A Counterpoise To The Meaningless Stimuli And The Vicarious Life To Which The Ordinary Man Is Conditioned. Getting Spiritual Nourishment From This Chaos Of Events, Sensations, And Devious Interpretations Is The Equivalent Of Trying To Pick Through A Garbage Pile For Food.

A Picture Was Once A Rare Sort Of Symbol, Rare Enough To Call For Attentive Concentration. Now It Is The Actual Experience That Is Rare, And The Picture Has Become Ubiquitous.

Every Generation Revolts Against Its Fathers And Makes Friends With Its Grandfathers.

Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build The Cities For Lovers And Friends.