He Who Does Not Understand A Joke,

It Gradually Dawned Upon Me That There Was No One More Difficult To Please Than My Mother.

That A Literature In Our Time Is Living Is Shown In That Way That It Debates Problems.

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.

What Has Here Happened Is That The Instinct Of Cruelty, Which Has Turned Inwards, Has Become Self-torture, And All Man's Animal Instincts Have Been Reinterpreted As Guilt Towards God. Every Nay Man Utters To His Nature, To His Real Being, He Flings Out As A Yea, An Affirmation Of Reality Applied To God's Sanctity

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.