It Was Not The Man's Brain That

In Real Life It Is Always The Anvil That Breaks The Hammer.

The High-water Mark, So To Speak, Of Socialist Literature Is W.h. Auden, A Sort Of Gutless Kipling.

Sanity Was Statistical. It Was Merely A Question Of Learning To Think As They Thought.

A Dirty Joke Is Not, Of Course, A Serious Attack On Morality, But It Is A Sort Of Mental Rebellion, A Momentary Wish That Things Were Otherwise.

The People Will Believe What The Media Tells Them They Believe.