It Is Difficult To Love Mankind Unless

Behind The Big Names Of Twentieth-century Literature There Stands A Shadow Cabinet Of Writers Waiting To Take Over Once The Wind Of Change Has Blown. My Own Vote Goes To Hugh Kingsmill As Leader Of This Opposition.

Hamlet Is Every Man's Self-love With All Its Dreams Realized. He Wears All The Crowns And Carries Every Cross.

Society Is Based On The Assumption That Everyone Is Alike And No One Is Alive.

Writers Are Idolized Not Because They Love Their Fellow Men, Which Is Never A Recommendation And In Extreme Instances Leads To Crucifixion, But Because Their Self-love Is In Tune With Current Fears And Desires, And In Giving It Expression They Are Speaking For An Inarticulate Multitude.

Bacon's Not The Only Thing That's Cured By Hanging From A String.