In November You Begin To Know How

All Politicians Are Bores And Liars And Fakes. I Talk To People.

It Is Charming The Way Everyone In The South Says, 'come Back.' This Is The Regulation Farewell At Gas Stations, Soda Fountains, General Stores, Tourist Camps. 'come Back,' They Call, 'come Back.' Do They Feel Marooned In One Place, Lost, Needing To Believe Someone Will Return To Share Their Exile On The Similar Main Streets, In The Varied But Always New-looking Land?

In The End, In England, When You Want To Find Out How People Are Feeling, You Always Go To The Pubs.

Freedom' Is The Most Expensive Possession There Is; It Has To Be Paid For With Loneliness.

The Only Way I Can Pay Back For What Fate And Society Have Handed Me Is To Try, In Minor Totally Useless Ways, To Make An Angry Sound Against Injustice.