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I Sometimes Wish Desperately That I Could Write Like Someone Else, Be Someone Else. No One Particularly. Just If I Could Put The Pen Down On Paper And Suddenly Come Out In A Totally Different Way.

Do The Structures Of Language And The Structures Of Reality (by Which I Mean What Actually Happens) Move Along Parallel Lines? Does Reality Essentially Remain Outside Language, Separate, Obdurate, Alien, Not Susceptible To Description? Is An Accurate And Vital Correspondence Between What Is And Our Perception Of It Impossible? Or Is It That We Are Obliged To Use Language Only In Order To Obscure And Distort Reality -- To Distort What Happens -- Because We Fear It?

When You Lead A Life Of Scholarship You Can't Be Bothered With The Humorous Realities, You Know, Tits, That Kind Of Thing.

While The United States Is The Most Powerful Nation The World Has Ever Seen, It Is Also The Most Detested Nation That The World Has Ever Known.

Be Careful How You Talk About God. He's The Only God We Have. If You Let Him Go He Won't Come Back. He Won't Even Look Back Over His Shoulder. And Then What Will You Do?