A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than

The Sense Of Truth No Matter How Subjective Is Necessary For The Experience Of Beauty.

It's Unthinkable Not To Love - You'd Have A Severe Nervous Breakdown. Or You'd Have To Be Philip Larkin.

Our Inventions Mirror Our Secret Wishes.

Somewhere In The Heart Of Experience There Is An Order And A Coherence Which We Might Purprise If We Were Attentive Enough, Loving Enough, Or Patient Enough.

Guilt Always Hurries Towards Its Complement, Punishment: Only There Does Its Satisfaction Lie.