But Maybe Half A Lie Is Worse

Advances Are Made By Those With At Least A Touch Of Irrational Confidence In What They Can Do.

One Sits Uncomfortably On A Too Comfortable Cushion.

Most People Coming Out Of War Feel Lost And Resentful. What Had Been A Minute-to-minute Confrontation With Yourself, Your Struggle With What Courage You Have Against Discomfort, At The Least, And Death At The Other End, Ties You To The People You Have Known In The War And Makes For A Time Others Seem Alien And Frivolous.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

Nothing, Of Course, Begins At The Time You Think It Did.