The Mature Man Lives Quietly, Does Good

Victorian Society Was Homogeneous Without Being Homogenized. It Was, To Paraphrase The Epigram About Parliament, A Society Of Extreme Eccentrics Who Agreed So Well That They Could Afford To Differ.

The Free, Creative, Loving People Who Shine So Brightly In My Memory Of Studios And Coffee Shops Have Become Models For A Huge Section Of The Population. If They In Turn Can Just Stay Alive In The Face Of Power And Terror, They May Become The Decisive Section.

Ex-cons Always Say, "you Never Know What Makes The Wheels Go Round Until You've Done Time In The Joint." This Is Even More True Of Psychiatric Hospitals. It Is A Perfect Mass Hypostatization Of Society, The Organization Of The Social Lie.

Crooked Cards And Straight Whiskey, Slow Horses And Fast Women.

Marriage Is The Last Sacrament Available To Modern Man, And With The Terrible Destruction Of Interpersonal Relations By Capitalism And Its War-making State, It Is Not Very Available, Nor Is It Surely Enduring. But Then, Vision Does Not Come With Guarantees.