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Machines Are Beneficial To The Degree That They Eliminate The Need For Labor, Harmful To The Degree That They Eliminate The Need For Skill.

A Poet's Hope: To Be, Like Some Valley Cheese, Local, But Prized Elsewhere.

Marriage Is Rarely Bliss But, Surely It Would Be Worse As Particles To Pelt At Thousands Of Miles Per Sec About A Universe In Which A Lover's Kiss Would Either Not Be Felt Or Break The Loved One's Neck.

A Poet Is, Before Anything Else, A Person Who Is Passionately In Love With Language.

Pleasure Is By No Means An Infallible Critical Guide, But It Is The Least Fallible.