Stupidity Was As Necessary As Intelligence, And

A Humanitarian Is Always A Hypocrite.

The Clock Struck Half Past Two. In The Little Office At The Back Of Mr. Mckechnie's Bookshop, Gordon--gordon Comstock, Last Member Of The Comstock Family, Aged Twenty-nine And Rather Moth-eaten Already--lounged Across The Table, Pushing A Fourpenny Packet Of Player's Weights Open And Shut With His Thumb.

We Control Matter Because We Control The Mind. Reality Is Inside The Skull.

He Was Alone. The Past Was Dead, The Future Was Unimaginable.

The Main Motive For Nonattachment Is A Desire To Escape From The Pain Of Living, And Above All From Love, Which, Sexual Or Non-sexual, Is Hard Work.