I Am Not Yet Born; O Fill

A City Built Upon Mud; A Culture Built Upon Profit; Free Speech Nipped In The Bud, The Minority Always Guilty. Why Should I Want To Go Back To You, Ireland, My Ireland?

Let Them Not Make Me A Stone And Let Them Not Spill Me, Otherwise Kill Me.

Politics: Distrust All Parties But Consider Capitalism Must Go.

World Is Crazier And More Of It Than We Think, Incorrigibly Plural.

A Fortress Against Ideas And Against The Shuddering Insidious Shock Of The Theory-vendors The Little Sardine Men Crammed In A Monster Toy Who Tilt Their Aggregate Beast Against Our Crumbling Troy.