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You Go To Someone And You Think, 'i'll Tell Him This.' But Why? The Impulse Is That The Telling Is Going To Relieve You. And That's Why You Feel Awful Later--you've Relieved Yourself, And If It Truly Is Tragic And Awful, It's Not Better, It's Worse---the Exhibitionism Inherent To A Confession Has Only Made The Misery Worse.

American Society [...] Not Only Sanctions Gross And Unfair Relations Among Men, But It Encourages Them. Now, Can That Be Denied? No. Rivalry, Competition, Envy, Jealousy, All That Is Malignant In Human Character Is Nourished By The System. Possession, Money, Property--on Such Corrupt Standards As These Do You People Measure Happiness And Success.

Turned The Wrong Way Around, The Relentless Unforeseen Was What We Schoolchildren Studied In "history", Harmless History, Where Everything Unexpected In Its Own Time Is Chronicled On The Page As Inevitable. The Terror Of The Unforeseen Is What The Science Of History Hides, Turning A Disaster Into An Epic.

I Think You're A Wonder. You're Beautiful. You're Mature. You Are, I Admit, Vastly More Experienced Than I Am. That's What Threw Me. I Was Thrown. Forgive Me.

The Terror Of The Unforeseen Is What The Science Of History Hides, Turning A Disaster Into An Epic.