The World's Becoming A Museum Of Socialist

We Work To Eat To Get The Strength To Work To Eat To Get The Strength To Work.

A Satirist Is A Man Whose Flesh Creeps So At The Ugly And The Savage And The Incongruous Aspects Of Society That He Has To Express Them As Brutally And Nakedly As Possible In Order To Get Relief.

The Enormous Room Seems To Me To Be The Book That Has Nearest Approached The Mood Of Reckless Adventure In Which Men Will Reach The White Heat Of Imagination Needed To Fuse The Soggy Disjointed Complexity Of The Industrial Life About Us Into Seething Fluid Of Creation. There Can Be No More Playing Safe.

But What's The Good Of Freedom? What Can You Do With It? What One Wants Is To Live Well And Have A Beautiful House And Be Respected By People.

We're Headed For Collapse, If You Want My Opinion, Missy. I Can See It In The Fallin' Off Of The Quality Of Vagrants. There Was Atime You Could Find Real Good Company In Almost Any Jungle You'd Pick, Men Who Could Talk, Men Who'd Read A Book Now And Then; And Now, What Do You Find, A Lot Of Dirty Little Guttersnipes No Decent Tramp Would Want To Associate With. Well, It's Been That Way All Through History.