I Am For The Ones Who Represent

It Came To Me, As We Sat There, Glumly Ordering Lunch, That For Extremely Stupid People Anti-semitism Was A Form Of Intellectuality, The Sole Form Of Intellectuality Of Which They Were Capable. It Represented, In A Rudimentary Way, The Ability To Make Categories, To Generalize.

The Things Of This World Reveal Their Essential Absurdity When They Are Put In The Venetian Context. In The Unreal Realm Of The Canals, As In A Swiftian Lilliput, The Real World, With Its Contrivances, Appears As A Vast Folly.

Sex Annihilates Identity, And The Space Given To Sex In Contemporary Novels Is An Avowal Of The Absence Of Character.

In Science, All Facts, No Matter How Trivial Or Banal, Enjoy Democratic Equality.

The Idea Of Macbeth As A Conscience-torm Ented Man Is A Platitude As False As Macbeth Himself. Macbeth Has No Conscience. His Main Concern Throughout The Play Is That Most Selfish Of All Concerns: To Get A Good Night's Sleep.