You Can Only Photograph A Fragment Of

When A Population Becomes Distracted By Trivia, When Cultural Life Is Redefined As A Perpetual Round Of Entertainments, When Serious Public Conversation Becomes A Form Of Baby-talk, When, In Short, A People Become An Audience, And Their Public Business A Vaudeville Act, Then A Nation Finds Itself At Risk; Culture-death Is A Clear Possibility.

Certainty Abolishes Hope, And Robs Us Of Renewal.

Make No Mistake About It: The Labeling Of Someone's Language As 'sexist' Involves A Political Judgment And Implies The Desirability Of A Particular Sociological Doctrine. One May Be In Favor Of That Doctrine (as I Believe I Am) But It Is Quite Another Matter To Force Writers By Edicts And Censorship Into Accepting It.

What Orwell Feared Were Those Who Would Ban Books. What Huxley Feared Was That There Would Be No Reason To Ban A Book, For There Would Be No One Who Wanted To Read One. Orwell Feared Those Who Would Deprive Us Of Information. Huxley Feared Those Who Would Give Us So Much That We Would Be Reduced To Passivity And Egoism. Orwell Feared That The Truth Would Be Concealed From Us. Huxley Feared The Truth Would Be Drowned In A Sea Of Irrelevance.

We Can Make The Trains Run On Time But If They Are Not Going Where We Want Them To Go, Why Bother?