Education Has Become A Prisoner Of Contemporaneity.

It Was In Reading Tristam Shandy That I Noticed How It Is Primarily Men Who Gravitate Towards The Game-playing Self-reflexive Style. There Is An Alienation From Emotion In It, A Nervous Nelly Fear Of Letting Go And Being "exposed." As An Attitude Towards Life, It Betrays A Perpetual Adolescence. Those Who Hurled Themselves After Derrida Were Not The Most Sophisticated But The Most Pretentious, And Least Creative Members Of My Generation Of Academics.

American Feminism's Nose Dive Began When Kate Millet, That Imploding Beanbag Of Poisonous Self-pity, Declared Freud A Sexist. Trying To Build A Sex Theory Without Studying Freud, Women Have Made Nothing But Mud Pies.

Mind Is A Captive Of The Body.

I Cannot Be Convinced That Great Artists Are Moralists. Art Is First Appearances, Then Meaning.

My Generation Of The Sixties, With All Our Great Ideals, Destroyed Liberalism, Because Of Our Excesses.