Read At Whim! Read At Whim!

You Give Me The Feeling That The Universe Was Made By Something More Than Human For Something Less Than Human. But I Identify Myself, As Always, With Something That There's Something Wrong With, With Something Human.

Most Poets, Most Good Poets Even, No Longer Have The Heart To Write About What Is Most Terrible In The World Of The Present: The Bombs Waiting Beside The Rockets, The Hundreds Of Millions Staring Into The Temporary Shelter Of Their Television Sets, The Decline Of The West That Seems Less A Decline Than The Fall Preceding An Explosion.

Except From The Americans—but Every Pearl Has Its Oyster.

There Is In This World No Line So Bad That Someone Won't Someday Copy It.

The Novel Is A Prose Narrative Of Some Length That Has Something Wrong With It.