It Is Surely A Great Calamity For

It Is Surely A Great Calamity For A Human Being To Have No Obsessions.

The Body Weeps The Tears The Eyes Never Shed.

The French Still Offer Sartre And Derrida Rather Than Pascal.

Sociological Prose Is Generally Written Without Images In An Exact Form For An Academic Audience.

Every Modern Male Has, Lying At The Bottom Of His Psyche, A Large, Primitive Being Covered With Hair Down To His Feet. Making Contact With This Wild Man Is The Step The Eighties Male Or The Nineties Male Has Yet To Take. That Bucketing-out Process Has Yet To Begin In Our Contemporary Culture.