The Leading Cause Of Death Is Birth.

The World Goes On As Before, And It Turns Out That Nobody Else Seems To To Notice The Unbearable Lightness Of Being.

Under The Rules Of A Society That Cannot Distinguish Between Profit And Profiteering, Between Money Defined As Necessity And Money Defined As Luxury, Murder Is Occasionally Obligatory And Always Permissible.

To The United States The Third World Often Takes The Form Of A Black Woman Who Has Been Made Pregnant In A Moment Of Passion And Who Shows Up One Day In The Reception Room On The Forty-ninth Floor Threatening To Make A Scene. The Lawyers Pay The Woman Off; Sometimes Uniformed Guards Accompany Her To The Elevators.

Label Celebrity A Consumer Society's Most Precious Consumer Product, And Eventually It Becomes The Hero With A Thousand Faces, The Packaging Of The Society's Art And Politics, The Framework Of Its Commerce, And The Stuff Of Its Religion.

Nobody Suffers The Pain Of Birth Or The Anguish Of Loving A Child In Order For Presidents To Make Wars, For Governments To Feed On The Substance Of Their People, For Insurance Companies To Cheat The Young And Rob The Old.