The Private Terror Of The Liberal Spirit

Three Miles Long And Two Streets Wide, The Town Curls Around The Bay ... A Gaudy Run With Mediterranean Splashes Of Color, Crowded Steep-pitched Roofs, Fishing Piers And Fishing Boats Whose Stench Of Mackerel And Gasoline Is As Aphrodisiac To The Sensuous Nose As The Clean Bar-whisky Smell Of A Nightclub Where Call Girls Congregate.

God Is A Creator, Not A Law Giver.

People Who Are Greedy Have Extraordinary Capacities For Waste-they Must, They Take In Too Much.

Love Was Love, One Could Find It With Anyone, One Could Find It Anywhere. It Was Just That You Could Never Keep It. Not Unless You Were Ready To Die For It.

The White Protestant's Ultimate Sympathy Must Be With Science, Factology, And Committee Rather Than With Sex, Birth, Heat, Flesh, Creation, The Sweet And The Funky; They Must Vote, Manipulate, Control, And Direct, These Protestants Who Are The Center Of Power In Our Land, They Must Go For What They Believe Is Reason When It Is Only The Square Logic Of The Past.