I Knew Nothing About Farce Until I

The People Look Forbidding, Solemn, Marked By That Impossible Ideal, Communism, Which, Like Christianity, Seemed To Demand Too Much Of Humanity And, Falling Into The Wrong Hands, Led Too Easily To Horrible Brutality.

I Suppose That Writers Should, In A Way, Feel Flattered By The Censorship Laws. They Show A Primitive Fear And Dread At The Fearful Magic Of Print.

No Power On Earth, However, Can Abolish The Merciless Class Distinction Between Those Who Are Physically Desirable And The Lonely, Pallid, Spotted, Silent, Unfancied Majority.

I Suppose True Sexual Equality Will Come When A General Called Anthea Is Found Having An Unwise Lunch With A Young, Unreliable Model From Spain.

The Greatest Horrors Of Our World Are Committed By People Who Are Totally Sincere.