A Man At His Desk In A

Ribbons A-flutter And Orchids A-tremble, Yearly The Vigilant Daughters Assemble, Affirming In Fervid And Firm Resolutions Their Permanent Veto On All Revolutions.

[the Sea] Is The Healer And The Reviver, It Cleanses The Cavities Of Self-disgust And Melancholy, Of Sloth And Negation With The Salt Solution Of Life. It Cures The Lethargies Of Flesh And Spirit With The Slap And Shake Of Elemental Force. It Cradles And Comforts. Give It Trust And It Holds You Secure; Fight It And It Kills.

Is There No End To This Escalation Of Desire?

Minds Are Cluttered From The Age Of Six With The Values Of Others-values Which Bear Little Relation To Their Own Private Capacities, Needs And Desires.

I Would Call An Intellectual One Whose Instrument Of Work - His Mind - Is Also His Major Source Of Pleasure; A Man Whose Entertainment Is His Intelligence.