I Didn't Write. I Just Wandered About.

... People Miss A Great Deal By Being Sensible.

Perhaps These Men In The House Caucus Room [committee On Un-american Activities] Are Determined To Spread Silence: To Frighten Those Voices Which Will Shout No, And Ask Questions, Defend The Few, Attack Cruelty And Proclaim The Rights And Dignity Of Man. ... America Is Going To Look Very Strange To Americans And They Will Not Be At Home Here, For The Air Will Slowly Become Unbreathable To All Forms Of Life Except Sheep.

Thousand Got Away To Other Countries; Thousands Returned To Spain Tempted By False Promises Of Kindness. By The Tens Of Thousands, These Spaniards Died Of Neglect In The Concentration Camps.

Between His Eyes, There Were Four Lines, The Marks Of Such Misery As Children Should Never Feel. He Spoke With That Wonderful Whisky Voice That So Many Spanish Children Have, And He Was A Tough And Entire Little Boy.

All Amateur Travellers Have Experienced Horror Journeys, Long Or Short, Sooner Or Later, One Way Or Another. As A Student Of Disaster, I Note That We React Alike To Our Tribulations: Frayed And Bitter At The Time, Proud Afterwards. Nothing Is Better For Self-esteem Than Survival.