Literature Is A Human Apocalypse, Man's Revelation

Nobody Is Capable Of Of Free Speech Unless He Knows How To Use Language, And Such Knowledge Is Not A Gift: It Has To Learned And Worked At.

Literature Is Not A Subject Of Study, But An Object Of Study.

Popular Art Is Normally Decried As Vulgar By The Cultivated People Of Its Time; Then It Loses Favor With Its Original Audience As A New Generation Grows Up; Then It Begins To Merge Into The Softer Lighting Of

The Traveler From Europe Edges Into It Like A Tiny Jonah Entering An Inconceivably Large Whale, Slipping Past The Straits Of Belle Isle Into The Gulf Of St. Lawrence, Where Five Canadian Provinces Surround Him, For The Most Part Invisible... To Enter Canada Is A Matter Of Being Silently Swallowed By An Alien Continent.

Real Unity Tolerates Dissent And Rejoices In Variety Of Outlook And Tradition, Recognizes That It Is Man's Destiny To Unite And Not Divide, And Understands That Creating Proletariats And Scapegoats And Second-class Citizens Is A Mean And Contemptible Activity.