The World Is A Heap Of People,

This Work Is A Torture On The Rump But A Joy To The Heart.

Human Rights Pale Beside The Rights Of Machines. In More And More Cities, Especially In The Great Metropolises Of The South, People Have Been Banned. Automobiles Usurp Human Space, Poison The Air, And Frequently Murder The Interlopers Who Invade Their Conquered Territory -and No One Lifts A Finger To Stop Them. Is There A Difference Between Violence That Kills By Car And That Which Kills By Knife Or Bullet?" (p.231)

Where Do People Earn The Per Capita Income? More Than One Poor Starving Soul Would Like To Know. In Our Countries, Numbers Live Better Than People. How Many People Prosper In Times Of Prosperity? How Many People Find Their Lives Developed By Development?

I Am Quite Prehistoric, Absolutely Prehistoric.

Because Every Single One Of Us Has Something To Say To The Others, Something That Deserves To Be Celebrated Or Forgiven By Others