The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed

It Is Because The Public Are A Mass Inert, Obtuse, And Passive That They Need To Be Shaken Up From Time To Time So That We Can Tell From Their Bear-like Grunts Where They Are And Also Where They Stand. They Are Pretty Harmless, In Spite Of Their Numbers, Because They Are Fighting Against Intelligence.

Dawn Was Breaking, Like The Light From Another World.

The Theater, Bringing Impersonal Masks To Life, Is Only For Those Who Are Virile Enough To Create New Life: Either As A Conflict Of Passions Subtler Than Those We Already Know, Or As A Complete New Character.

Anti-alcoholics Are Unfortunates In The Grip Of Water, That Terrible Poison, So Corrosive That Out Of All Substances It Has Been Chosen For Washing And Scouring, And A Drop Of Water Added To A Clear Liquid Like Absinthe, Muddles It.

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.