He Lies Like A Book. And He

It Could Draw From A Greater Reservoir Of Freedom. The Irony Could Develop An Even Greater Ease.

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

He Lies Like A Book. And He Reads A Lot Of Books.

Work Restores Humankind And All Its Attributes To The Savage Animal Condition That Was Its Original Intended State.

The First Thing A Proprietor Learns, And Painfully At That, Is: Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.