All Art Preserves Mysteries Which Aesthetic Philosophers

I Mean, There's Little Enough In This Life, Really, And You Only Find It Worth Living For The Odd Moments, And If You Think You're Going To Have Those Odd Moments Again, Then It Makes Life Wonderful And Have A Meaning.

Oh, It Was Gorgeosity And Yumyumyum. When It Came To The Scherzo I Could Viddy Myself Very Clear Running And Running On Like The Very Light And Mysterious Nogas, Carving The Whole Litso Of The Creeching World With My Cut-throat Britva.

It Was Like A Bird Of Rarest-spun Heaven Metal Or Like Silvery Wine Flowing In A Spaceship, Gravity All Nonsense Now.

...we're A Government That Believes In Everybody Having The Illusion Of Free Will.

Literature Ceases To Be Literature When It Commits Itself To Moral Uplift; It Becomes Moral Philosophy Or Some Such Dull Thing.