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Mealtime's The Only Time I Get To Devote To The Things Of The Spirit.

Isn't It Curious How Completely Ignorant We All Are Of The Most Important Part Of Our Bodily Mechanism. It Is Really Criminal. Yet There Is No Nation In The World That Doesnt Surround Sex With Fantastic Walls. Of Course Ours Are Sillier Than Any-but Not Much.

The Enormous Room Seems To Me To Be The Book That Has Nearest Approached The Mood Of Reckless Adventure In Which Men Will Reach The White Heat Of Imagination Needed To Fuse The Soggy Disjointed Complexity Of The Industrial Life About Us Into Seething Fluid Of Creation. There Can Be No More Playing Safe.

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It's Not The Possibility Of Stalinism In The U.s. That's Worrying Me, It's The Fact That The Stalinist C.p. Seems Doomed To Fail And To Bring Down With It All The Humanitarian Tendencies I Personally Believe In--all The While Acting As A Mould On Which Its Obverse The Fascist Mentality Is Made--and This Recent Massacre Is Certainly A Sign Of Stalinism's Weakness Not Of Its Strength. None Of That Has Anything To Do With Marx's Work--but It Certainly Does Influence One's Attitude Towards A Given Political Party.