The Weasel Under The Cocktail Cabinet.

One's Life Has Many Compartments.

Rationality Went Down The Drain Donkey's Years Ago And Hasn't Been Seen Since.

I Know Little Of Women. But I've Heard Dread Tales.

I Suggest That Us Foreign Policy Can Still Be Defined As "kiss My Ass Or I'll Kick Your Head In." But Of Course It Doesn't Put It Like That. It Talks Of "low Intensity Conflict..." What All This Adds Up To Is A Disease At The Very Centre Of Language, So That Language Becomes A Permanent Masquerade, A Tapestry Of Lies.

I Don't Intend To Simply Go Away And Write My Plays And Be A Good Boy. I Intend To Remain An Independent And Political Intelligence In My Own Right.