Life, After All, Should Go Forwards, Not

Walt Whitman, He Who Laid End To End Words Never Seen In Each Other's Company Before Outside Of A Dictionary.

I'm A Bit Of A Deconstructionist Myself. It's Kind Of Exciting - The Last Intellectual Thrill Left. Like Sawing Through The Branch You're Sitting On.

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another, From One Action To Another, From One Level Of A Text To Another. The Text Unveils Itself Before Us, But Never Allows Itself To Be Possessed; And Instead Of Trying To Possess It We Should Take Pleasure In Its Teasing

Whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Scream Of Jet Engines Rises To A Crescendo On The Runways Of The World. Every Second, Somewhere Or Other, A Plane Touches Down, With A Puff Of Smoke From Scorched Tyre Rubber, Or Rises In The Air, Leaving A Smear Of Black Fumes Dissolving In Its Wake. From Space, The Earth Might Look To A Fanciful Eye Like A Huge Carousel, With Planes Instead Of Horses Spinning Round Its Circumference, Up And Down, Up And Down. Whhheeeeeeeeeee!

I Respect A Man Who Can Recognize A Quotation. It's A Dying Art.