It Is Always Dishonest For A Reviewer

There Has Never Been A Day In My Life When I Was Not In Love.

So I Lived Alone. The First Thing I Did Was Take Off My Pants. Naturally.

We Are Slaves In The Sense That We Depend For Our Daily Survival Upon An Expand-or-expire Agro-industrial Empire—a Crackpot Machine—that The Specialists Cannot Comprehend And The Managers Cannot Manage. Which Is, Furthermore, Devouring World Resources At An Exponential Rate. We Are, Most Of Us, Dependent Employees. …edward Abbey (1927-1989)

The World Is What It Is, No Less And No More, And Therein Lies Its Entire And Sufficient Meaning.

The Desert Wears... A Veil Of Mystery. Motionless And Silent It Evokes In Us An Elusive Hint Of Something Unknown, Unknowable, About To Be Revealed. Since The Desert Does Not Act It Seems To Be Waiting -- But Waiting For What?