Mealtime's The Only Time I Get To

Individuality Is Freedom Lived.

There Are Too Many "creative Writing" Courses And Seminars, In Which Young Wirters Are Constantly Being Taught To Rewrite The Previous Generation. They Should Be Experimenting On Their Own. Every Writer Faces Different Problems Which He Must Solve For Himself.

There's Something Wonderfully Exciting About The Quiet Sing Song Of An Aeroplane Overhead With All The Guns In Creation Lighting Out At It, And Searchlights Feeling Their Way Across The Sky Like Antennae, And The Earth Shaking Snort Of The Bombs And The Whimper Of Shrapnel Pieces When They Come Down To Patter On The Roof.

Women Hock Their Jewels And Their Husbands' Insurance Policies To Acquire An Unaccustomed Shade In Hair Or Crêpe De Chine. Why Then Is It That When Anyone Commits Anything Novel In The Arts He Should Be Always Greeted By This Same Peevish Howl Of Pain And Surprise? One Is Led To Suspect That The Interest People Show In These Much Talked Of Commodities, Painting, Music, And Writing, Cannot Be Very Deep Or Very Genuine When They So Wince Under An Unexpected Impact.

In The Last Twenty-five Years A Change Has Come Over The Visual Habits Of Americans . . . From Being A Wordminded People We Are Becoming An Eyeminded People.