The Orgasm Has Replaced The Cross As

I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.

The Only People I've Met In This World Who Never Doubt Are Materialists And Atheists.

I Think That Once You've Produced A Conformist, A Totally Conformist Society, A Society In Which There Were No Critics, That Would In Fact Be An Exact Equivalent Of The Totalitarian Societies Against Which We Are Supposed To Be Fighting In A Cold War.

In Retrospect, All These Exercises In Self-gratification Seem Pure Fantasy, What Pascal Called, Licking The Earth.

In My View, Jan Masaryk Was Thoroughly Corrupt, Who Bumped Himself Off Because He Saw At Last Where His Moral Cowardice And Ideological 'playboyery' Had Led Him. I Vividly Remember Visiting Him In Washington, Fat, Slightly Tight, Coming Into The Room Looking Like A Broken-down Butler With His Master, The Little Communist, Clementis, - And Saying In A Loud Voice: 'has Anyone Seen An Iron Curtain? I Haven't.' Well, He Has Now.